Mental Poetry

The fragments of mind are
Dimensions of time
Mined and visualized
Behind closed eyes
All experience comes and passes
In an instant
Reborn, renewed
Like the morning dew
Yesterday, shattered
Reformulated matter
Rearranged and deranged
From seeker to sage
From sedation to creation
Full speed, then cessation
Nothing into something
And something into nothing.

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