All perception is projection
of our nature, beyond grasp.
Finite life is its expression
be it human or a wasp.
Infinity can’t be expressed,
but where I come from all do grasp,
that life’s eternal session
is all about decreasing rasp,
of recognizing who we are.
This isn’t easy for a grape.
It is more easy for an ape.
A rock might wait for time to end.
And some will wait for a God sent.
But I don’t come nor do I go
and where I come from all do know
that "no-thing matters"; all else is a show....

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