Between the beyond, and what’s within, 

Is my identity, more than a duality?

What would transform this nonsense, into substance?

A ripple echoes between  presence and absence.

Do the inner and outer world meet in a skull, and fold into a soul?

Did energy become an existence,￼

A clockwork rooted in the random, crafted from constants?

And if the emptiness,

Was a formless witness,

Would I end, where you begin?

Nonexistence

Let there be music

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Nonexistence

Thoughtless