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Elendurwen

Published: Apr 22, 2013

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Immediate
Collections of neural signals
Segregated moments
Of undisclosed reality

Uncensored
Fragmented instances of time
Electric waves
Absorbed and propagated

Immediate
Events drip like blood
Carriers of life and death
So pointless in their beauty

Inevitable
Percepts disattached
Their frequency numbs
Emotional consciousness

Recurring
State of unbounded awareness
Unconditional
Fade into raw existence

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Nestharon

Apr 23, 2013

Well, it is very well written, and the metaphors are very well used. Also, I understand how you feel and what you are trying to tell us in your artist comment. I know it because when I write I enter in a meditative state, and no I do not use drugs, never did

but simply when I open my writing tool or I take the pencil I enter in a state or trance if you wish

and I start to write. The feeling is amazing, with pure meditation you can achieve it as well, and you don't have to use any human made materials to achieve the state where you open up.

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