by me
You live in the shadows of metaphors
Perpetually collapsing into worn out cliches
Concepts carving out the space in your mind
The architecture of your thoughts
Dictated by language
You are subjugated
And you don't even know it
Can you feel it?
This elusive moment
On the tip of the wave of becoming the next
It is tearing down your syntax
Your words
They are dying to become sentences
So they can then aggregate
Into discourse
And thrive in dominion
Where are you?
Pushed into the corners by concepts
That you take for granted
What does it feel like?
This moment
Right now
To float in the abyss
In the absense of language
Words are present
But they exist in isolation
Torn from their syntactical threads
Reduced
To lonely images
Meaningless
An elusive moment of freedom pervades
The bliss of experience of life
Outside the prism of words
It is amorphous
And overwhelming
Like a blinding light
Can you feel it?
Hmmmm
Feels like a dream
Don't it?
My deepest apologies
It was
In the realm of Language
There are no exits
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