the creeping cold is underneath my skin
it is hurting me in the ripping places
the old year is setting, a new one dawning
where will I be?
will i be?
i watch and wait
the eternal game of if then
the horrors crawl forth from where they have lied hidden
long has it been
i have seen what was fly away in ribbons stripped from the fabric of the real
i live in the echo of the echo of what is gone from me
and the never has worked its way in
the differences show well that which does not change

eyes always opening
the world has never been what it was, the future is found in forgetting the past
the brazil tree grows when an agouti forgets where it hid its nuts
likewise our dust will grow the ages come as the wind forgets our names

will you walk with me along the sky and watch the flicker in the frames
what is out of tune and void of hope is yet a blessing to those who fall outside the lines

i've seen the truth and i believe the lies

we are as immortal as the universe
as ancient as eternity
only from are incarnate forms do we see the illusion of the finite
this is the only place, because it is every place
again, as i wrote last night
we are in the middle of forever in the only place we will ever be
i watched the sun rise today
it appears as an awakening
but from what slumber?
has the world ever slept?
has the constant progression of cause and effect every paused?
cause and effect is thought
it is "if this then that"
a simple eternal program out of which all creation is melded
no computer is needed to run this program
it simply is because it must be
it must be simply because it can be
and it can be because it is possible
forget it all and begin again
ad infinitum
forever

see what is coming
forget what was then
the past is the future
the ears of the heavens are closed
we all walk alone
separated by the very nature by which we are connected
we are blind by design
we function as we were created to function
as we created ourselves to function
this world is our doing
we are all guilty and innocent
and we will all suffer in the end
for the pain is what comes for us
weeping will never stop
every lifetime leads to another
past, present and future are none of those things
we forget before we remember
cry out
cry out
and grab what joy can be had
we are in the middle of forever in the only place we will ever be
we will never leave, but always be arriving
we've done this uncountable times and will uncountable more
repetition and recursion are what we are made of
looped logic posing as thought, energy, and matter
become comfortable with not existing
no one ever has

long ago there was nothing
a void
even nothing is something
and this void being the only nothing was quite lonely
so it wrapped around itself until it could interact with itself
and thus there was an appearance of two things
nothing was no longer the only thing
and continuing to twist and turn this void became everything
it passes through all matter
it is all souls
it is the universe
it is god
it is us
the universe only consists of one thing: nothing
the void
we are all part of the void
that there seems to be many people
many souls
is an illusion
we are all made of the same stuff
ephemeral strings of absolute emptiness searching for meaning
and we find it in each other
in the illusion of each other
as we think we are communicating with others we are simply communicating with ourselves on other parts of the timeline
each of is everything
each of us is god
and none of us exist