Fragments

My spirit resides in a dimension embraced with mad vibrations.

A secluded arena where there is no wrong doing,

Nothing is labeled with unholy judgement.

Maybe in a parallel universe there is no mass or density,

All is pure, and under a spell of harmonizing stillness.

There are no clocks or statistics aligned with each moment.

There is no cause and effect,

Because all is one, and all is tranquil.

Everything exists, withstands, and occupies space solely for no reason at all...

These fragments design the and embody the mere illusion of life itself.

And these fragments don't subside to these grounds to satisfy any alternative motives.

This fragment-based universe is relieved from the horrors

Of narcissism, critical perception, apprehension, meloncholia, and deceit.

And they ponder not what they are...