Walls of Exodus

Crainium dwelling in this cave...pondering where I sit. What these thoughts become when fragments Connect to one another. 

Sipping saliva off the serpants toungue yet there is no more room to fathom what is past and where does the present begin and the future end.

The future cannot end only the present so one should not look towards the doomsday, and cast a curse upon the self for falling in love with illusion.

See one inside the vesica piecies seen through pupils of the synthetic diamond as the canvas blurs into nothing the secrets of wholeness merge with the dust written on walls of Exodus.

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