« Countdown to Same Dynamic Stillness That Always Is »

In you
the essence of reality distorts its own form.
In you
the essence of reality corrects it.
Infinitely...

10...9...8...7... 6...
you know how it ends: either in 1 or 0.
Same digital oneness.
After all, essence is still dynamically form, and form is still always essence...

proof-reading is moot: I'll never read this as if I had never written it.
Reality is unedited...
and so are you... and so are you me...

Who am I? Who are you?
5 stanzas - one Un-punctuated space of consciousness in between

Ellipses is but a punctuation symbol that reminds us of the emptiness that eclipses us...