everything

I feel it everywhere:
the skin of my toes
ever gently explodes
from all the vibrations I hear.
I'm ready to pay
whatever the cost,
whatever I may
before I disappear.
I cannot see clearly,
not clearly enough
to capture the creatures,
roaming around
with all their marvelous features.
but I will remember the way it all feels
if all of a sudden it all disappears.
and one day I will
know how it feels.
stripped of all feelings,
alone.
the state where nothing is all.
and all is my mind,
that feels nothing else
but things left behind.


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