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Freeing From Ego, Building A Fake One

I am analyzing my corpse. Everything still moves, change. Everything is moving around the center-point of everything, and I see everything in everything. And the still arrow soars through it’s sky. Daytime, night, time flys on one indescribable love. Positive perspective solution. We exist! The big bang happened relatively and is still occuring, changing perspective from the finite to the infinite. One into two and two sides of one. Seeing the most simple and finding the most complex. Relative past, one now. Jump in! Kill your ego and cleanse your corpse. Purification, beingness being being. All the days go round and round, over the ground and under the ground. You can easily do it entirely. A planet of people in your imagination thinking about something. Go swimming in the sea in you. The thrilling feeling of migration, finally leaving home, free from an empty womb. Mother Earth is my birth and my tomb. Flying along the starway for now, collecting organs in my starship. New imaginary worlds full of thinking life, exploring. Connecting the dots as a rebuilt robot analyzes time. Metaphorical gravity, free of the threshold. We’re finding new brains in piles of fleshy mirrors and symbols, on one entire body of mind, all. Formless, when do we arrive at the shore to set sail to the destination of the invisible whale? In the beginning. The beginning is in us all of the time. Design with your mental paint-brush. Dancing in the sun, tingling heat, paradise dream, ten days a week. The artist creates one form within many, and many within one. The long list of sights relates one form to many, and many search within. And we live within the composite as part of it. And the layers relate and are part of each other. My new robotic ego is analyzing meaning in a hug. Compute the love.

Magic Spell #420:
Love the outside. Great infinite Angel come down and let me act as your vessel and voyage. Paint your presence on us in the now. As above, so below, outside of that and in the nothing. Help us develop. Please. Word. Bless this media my friend.

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Comments

Jumping into the stream like this has it's purpose for you perhaps and now you need to have a good look around this site.
As for your writing, I would not call it poetry but rather prose. It started off OK in the first person and then turned rather preachy. I myself would have kept ownership of it all and stayed in the first person.

It's a great start and I suggest you break it down into Stanzas making each verse matter in a way that has relativity for all or most.

Best for you here on Neopoet,

~Mark~

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suggest that you divide your work into stanzas/verses and modify it to read more like poetry. Welcome to Neopoet and take advantage of the workshops. ~ Geezer.
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I see it around a lot lately in workshops and online. The bottom line is that it is neither poetry or prose, and I haven't met too many people that actually like to read them. They are devoid of the substance that makes poetry work, that makes it stick with us .It has no music, and suffocates the reader, not allowing the reader to breath and enjoy the charged words and images poetry offers.
If you wish to write in this form, i would consider looking how the masters handle it- Passoa, Borges, Whitman, even Vuong. There is clarity mixed in with the abstraction, the reader knows what the work is "about" I have no idea what you are trying ti tell me.
"Purification, beingness being being." too cute. too contrived.

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I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

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