* little forevers *
All these little deaths
Petite de' morte indeed
A loss of self and semblance
An escape or future echo
Of what beyond physicality we may be
Alive and yet not sensing
Exultant in pleasure unrelenting
A heaven timeless and infinite
Blinded to passing moment
By wash of total present
Is infinity such
A moment outside time
Disconnected from perspective
Unable to reliably record
Duration of event all consuming
No longer observer part of the All.
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