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IX. The language of Subconscious
I am the fractal reciprocated backwards in time.
Ingrained and engraved in the foreheads of mankind.
The paradox evolving into precise hidden hands.
Sometimes as knives, sometime as a blessing.
I haunt, follow, shadow, eclipse the perception.
Realizations will confuse what you think youve deciphered.
A constant battle of opposite poles, repelling each other.
Sitting in the back row of the theater, behind a crowd of thoughts.
You in the spotlight, grey again. Undectable, unpredictable, randomized.
Your eyes searchlights, sentries hunting beacons, but i am still not seen.
Deflecting every form of radar your consciousness can produce.
Yet i influence. I control with an intricate network of puppet strings.
There is no asylum. You are restrained and ignorant of it.
Though this may seem negative, i manifest in any form.
I hold characteristics of a virulent chaos, but i am all that you are.
You can not control me, but i will color your life with beautiful imperfections.
Impermanence. A disguised paradigm. The mess it makes is welcoming.
Perfection in imperfections.
Mono no aware.
IX. The language of Subconscious
I am the fractal reciprocated backwards in time.
Ingrained and engraved in the foreheads of mankind.
The paradox evolving into precise hidden hands.
Sometimes as knives, sometime as a blessing.
I haunt, follow, shadow, eclipse the perception.
Realizations will confuse what you think youve deciphered.
A constant battle of opposite poles, repelling each other.
Sitting in the back row of the theater, behind a crowd of thoughts.
You in the spotlight, grey again. Undectable, unpredictable, randomized.
Your eyes searchlights, sentries hunting beacons, but i am still not seen.
Deflecting every form of radar your consciousness can produce.
Yet i influence. I control with an intricate network of puppet strings.
There is no asylum. You are restrained and ignorant of it.
Though this may seem negative, i manifest in any form.
I hold characteristics of a virulent chaos, but i am all that you are.
You can not control me, but i will color your life with beautiful imperfections.
Impermanence. A disguised paradigm. The mess it makes is welcoming.
Perfection in imperfections.
Mono no aware.