To take in infinity

Those who have the widest
Apertures

Seem to suffer at the mercy of their ruminations.

The tiniest idea
Can be enormous action.

The breadth of intake
Can be hazardous.

Constantly gasping
For that fresh air
Never knowing when it will arrive

Cutting. Slashing.
Each thought is a precious sapling

You are reborn again.
With new skin.

Each branch will grow another
and another

A seemingly perpetual process.

Until your thoughts become re-fragmented
sick
thick
resinous

gook
--soon to be malignant.

Only your finest weed can prune them.

what lies beyond the stem
are the branches
beyond branches of branches

(leaves)

Anything beyond that

You Wonder.

take in.

the mystical substrate of air

the ultimate is out there.

who you guys call the messiah

is hiding somewhere in the static


You take in infinity.

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Cut.

Take 2.