Awareness
Falling away into the future pulsing insistently the call of each new
instant, feeling the magnetism of the moment beyond, seeing through
cataracts the soft hues and shifting silhouettes of yet-to-be, chained to
the vortex of the formation from phantoms of the real, the witness is the
testimony of the awareness of presence. The inquisitor questions his
own existence, never suspecting the significance of his own doubt,
blind to the affirmation in the mirror reflecting the face of witness
inquiring, inquisitor witnessing, visage before birth. The watcher waits
quiescently for a second palm with which to applaud. Boring by being
these, the tableau nevertheless demands your full attention; mind is
trapped within the orgasm of awareness which will not be ignored.
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