Color of certainty.
Quiet reflections,
In lieu of any meditation.
Nothingness was the state I came in.
Pygmalion,
True.
The act of dissection:
The Infinite Deconstruction of The Self.
Then;
The Tenfold Divinity.
The Infinite Hunger.
The Long Road Home.
A shitty monk.
I do not clear my mind,
In quiet meditations.
I fill it with the universe,
One entirety at a time.
Sensation gorging.
Drinking dopamine.
I was already nothing.
Decided to become everything,
Instead.
Now,
My contemplations are leviathan.
Gargantuan.
Colossal.
The grin tells all.
The Grin Tells All.
