Writing can be define as being eternal, for words and sentences stay with us; and whether we are conscious or not of the effect of reading on our mind, we carry poems, stories, and sayings deep inside of our being.

Sunset too are eternal. Flic-en-flac beach
Come run with me under a sepian sky 
There where things belong to eternity
Thriving to make sense of existence 
In a world of alienation
So as to exist into plurality

Plunge with me inside noetic waves 
That take place in a clear space
Swim with me within fractals of light 
That subliminally crash into one another
So as to thrill your spark

And at the dawn of our species 
Let us rise together higher 
Than that what defines us here

"The clock stopped on horrific issues 
Bounded like soporific smokes 
Through argented twinkled stars"

I made my way through clusters of mind 
Searching for the intelligence that leads me
I looked into them, they looked into me 
And there I've seen my own mind 
Inside fractals of light. 

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