Insanity is a good person’s game,
In times of utmost mental cruelty.
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Show me a state without an organized army of labour,
And I will tell you how it will fall to greed and ransacking.
Sheen is a projection of pure energy, that of Reveal,Â
A hologram within the pool of unconscious resistance,Â
Hollowness pinned as a needle of Shadow’s possibility.
It is the merging communication of two polars,
One of mirroring and replicating bits to expand,Â
The other twisting mirrors to fracture bits small,
Forming a realized universe of three dimensions.
And it is Sheen between them that displays a Universe’s aura.
Threading twine substructure flow,
Conducting fields to stretch energy,
Converging waves to vibe a wobble,
Twisting reflections to mass fractals,
Inflating imprints to beam expansion,
Resonating toward forms of accretion,
Displaying the basing image into tone,
Perfecting sound for a staying pattern,
Blending to frame together similarities,
Swirling to compress into a replication,
Fracturing down mirrors to detail apart,
Tensioning knots at points in the tangle,
Dimensioning networks to hold charge,
Closing line to complete unbroken ring.
None who exist are purely of Reveal,Â
Nor are any as ephemeral as Shadow.
We live as Sheen, expressing polarity,
The reality of living within resistance,
Allowing us see beyond their duality,
As a colourful sound communicating.
You are not only one, nor just the other,
You are lost alone, and nothing together,Â
An awareness of self, by another without.
You are Sheen, of this Universe,
By displaying a tone of thought,
The embodiment of a discourse.
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