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Paradigm
I've departed to a higher place, running down a staircase of clarity.
The soul, a master of shadows.
On a white plain of stairs running reversibly to infinity.
A jewel for every step. Some are shaped. Some are chosen.
Deep inside the shaft, I keep encountering the same jewels.
I, am I a shadow master.
Tile to black, tile to white.
Chosen are the ones, among us differentials. Fusing light to the shapes.
I've returned to a lower place, crawling up a staircase of transparency.
The mind, a master of insanity.
On a night stroll of glares, crawling irreversibly to eternity.
Black and white are the tiles given.
Shadow masters are the driven.
Ages of resistance, forces of indifference. Time henceforth the only facade masked.
ur words are very deep and
ur words are very deep and insightful.an incredibly fine poem, considering this is ur first attempt (if i may say so)
best wishes for posts to come :)
You are too kind! :) thank
You are too kind! :) thank you!! I feel like some of those lines don't even make sense. Anyhow there's always room for improvement!!