Where to go from here?

The mind that stretches touches the soft ephemeral light

The light grows. It seeps, and bleeds from the soulless flight

Ascending, loss of concrete due to philosophical height.

The pompous pretensions of the moribund know no bounds.

There’s nothing left but a cold winter ahead, and the unsavory taste of the stale thoughts of a useless mind going to waste….

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