Contemplating my existence
has me feeling like
in constant physical meditation and application
seeing my immediacy more in depth than you.
The shadows on the walls
come off exactly as they are.
Even if what you see their natural bodies to be
may differ incredibly in reality
but thats your plane of existence
I’m at the soul of the matter
not the surface, but the reflection
what’s given off
and you can’t get past the prison of perception
and I can’t escape the prison of presence,
so who’s free?
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