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there are beginnings and the dawning
and the end of time which only exists
so far, in the mind, out of gratitude for consciousness
now climbing this grade of rock and rubble
both being mostly made of the same thing
if you break it down, it never goes completely
away, to nothingness. I've heard argued this about spirit
Into ashes or dust or bone or lifelessness
a trace perhaps exists and for some abundant
why some believe in ghosts
or maybe just the evocative of such ghosts
it clings us to the inevitability of it happening
a passing, some say to the other side
like a revolving door you can see through
it being the only door, you go through the process
if you have no business on the other side
you revolve out
this being the essence of imagination
and ultimately the nature of belief
getting completely absorbed in it
make it the only guiding truth
but it is only maybe a moment we live