What is this thing? This energy? Suddenly being permanent has changed everything. Everything looks the same but nothing is the same. Nothing ever is the same. Moving from temporary to permanent somehow has echoed the change that is always happening.
Every breath
filled with oxygen I’ve never breathed before
turns into blood that has never coursed through my arteries
in exchange for carbon dioxide I’ve never exhaled before
into a world that has never quite existed in the way it has in this moment.
It’s all happening symbiotically.
And yes
you can qualify this moment as worse or better than another one.
And yes
you can desire something out of this moment.
But then
you’re missing it altogether
and rather plunging yourself into the depths of hell
by existing in a moment
not here and now
But rather
eating the fruit of dualities
separating your soul from the Eden that is here
when you are one with your nakedness
with all her curves, hair and bruises
being breathed into existence
in this moment.
I have always been temporary
and yet,
I will always be permanent.

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