Vibrations rip apart the world;
vibrations are what is and was.
It takes a simple word unfurled —
a cataclysmic short applause.
What is thought of is what is;
what is seen cannot be shown.
In shortened tone, a pop and hiss —
an element changes the known.
Reality is consciousness.
Reality is relative.
In reality, our confidence
lies within the sedative.
Is it possible to know it all?
Is it known why we are here?
When you feel the painful ring —
is that the soul, or fading fear?
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