Date

by Amerimov   Oct 12, 2004


Time has no meaning
In the vortex of real life
To ask one to pinpoint the date
Is to ask one to abandon real life
When one abandons real life
One relinquishes true enlightenment to time
After that happens, one ceases to be real
And one becomes
Only Time
One becomes
Synthetic, Unknown

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  • 20 years ago

    by Lillian

    i am one of those people who has difficulty pinpointing exact dates and times.. my memory relies on feeling and circumstance more than it does time... funny, i thought maybe i was weird like that or something. nice.

  • 20 years ago

    by August

    I am ashamed of cameron. this means nothing. if you do 'shrooms and read this poem, maybe it will gain meaning.

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