A day’s surface
its skin of smoke
ASTRAY
The world escapes
flickering like
a stream of thought
A glaring red instant
Remains
as the incomprehensible
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Beyond Language 
let’s ride the wave of emptiness until we reach nothingness.
superb !
Already here at nothingness. Nothing to drive to ahead. Therefore…pedal to the metal!