°man

Returning from a narrative web, an imaginary memory bubble, an elusive dreamscape.

He has no identity.

No role to play.

No assignment to receive.

No burden of responsibility.

No guilt.

No shame.

No blame.

No pain he can’t explain.

Only the assemblage of members that make up his mind that there is no mind, no thoughts, no words, just answers unlearned.

He removes robes of locality for he has of them no more need. 

He has no substance, no nature and no vitality for he is no longer recognized by anybody not even the faculties of conscious awareness that notice every point of data being input as information upon the sensory feed of energetic frequencies radiating from resonant harmony. 

You see she, the harmony of the universe that makes everything sing, the balance of justice and ease delivered with equanimity. 

She has even made her leave from me, there then now stands no semblance of willful intent inside my non existent being only the shell of a husk of a body slumped over a hunk of earth a coal an ember a fire alone standing within my dimension three lights, only of their presence dare I make mention for it is fittingly Faith’s hope in love that compels me to breathe, to live and love and take my leave!