In the midst of transcendence, the self continues to falter.
And the agony of pain excruciates the physical self to its dreadful limitation.
Halted.
It is incapable of moving away from its statutory desolation.
Receptive.
The infinite struggle of wanting to be lingers as an elusive desire.
In the stillness of the moment, the self seeks to redeem itself.
But it is barred by constant reverie and inoculated perceptions of the surreal.
The manifest fluxes itself convincingly while the self thrives perpetually within in.
And in the midst of restraints, breaking free is the recapturing of the self –
The mending of the unwanted wounds left by the distant past.
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