pointing at nothing

the ever presents giving the colors of reality for theirs
is the way to Omni potent beings and doings with out
there ever now's of tomorrow's days gone by yesterday
into the freedom of thought and peace of mind that tastes
the vary still very quickly into domains and specify the

perfection without values or regrets where everything

there is more actual thoughts simultaneously then any thought
feeling its way into existence with vivid live genius develops
bliss exists with lists of reasons why we procreate as the roaches
live to create us again to do the same mistakes again one more


don't think it is the trap to think is to lose to know is to be nothing
yet ever being there too soon to know it is in the breath of life an
extension of lost dreams beyond the song and the again freedom to
differences between really real and not so fake quakes in pleasure