Nothing From Nothing Becoming §üM∿thing <else> (Requiem Realization / No Matter)

Just now, having a Requiem Realization 
Of exactly how my first heart got lost
& N doing, 4 Proof of Youth's Truth, B
Finally, resigning to mine good design
Of my ñü∿mind's transcendental devines
& acknowledging now No Matter how much
I whine nor how hard I try - No Matter
How far I go beyond - No Matter at Λ11
That part of Me I loved is beyond gone
Though sounding like melancholic songs
& don't get Me wrong, it had felt like
Me getting prodded with a cattle prong
But even so, found comfort N the notes
Because even when I can't see his face
Nor REMember his name, as long as I Am
Playing this §trange little game, then
This sad, sad song, becoming much more
Acting as an anchor to him & tethering
ܧ ToGetHer Like Vines ☯ We intertwine
When pretending to hear his ghost call
& singing along, making Me feel ܧ ΔLL

N this moment I REMember how to truly transcend and exactly how much it costs. I REMember what it looks like and what it means when you finally see it. It looks like Nothing. True Nothing. An absolute Nothing. Nothing before, Nothing now, Nothing after. Becoming Nothing before anything became a part of §üM∿thing. Becoming severed from Λ11 things before ever connecting. Going beyond Λ11 logic as Nothing from Nothing somehow becoming §üM∿thing else. §üM∿thing §trange. §üM∿thing ñü∿2 Λ11 Whö thought they already knew Whö B ΔLL.


https://madmanphilosophy.home.blog/2023/10/06/when-im-gone-perfect-circle-%c2%a7weet%e2%99%a1dream%c2%a7-sayonara-shun-edition/



First draft

Just now having a Requiem Realization 
Of exactly how my first heart got lost
& N doing so, as Proof of Youth's Truth
So finally resigning to the good design
Of my mind's truely transcendent devine
Acknowledging no matter how much i whine
Nor how hard I may ever try - No Matter
How far I go beyond - No Matter at all
That part of Me I loved is beyong gone
So sounding like a Melancholic song &
I don't get me wrong, for it felt like
I was getting prodded by a cattle prong
But even so, I find comfort N the notes
Because even when I can't see his face
Nor REMember his name, as long as I play
This odd little game, this sad sad song
Is an anchor to him, tying ܧ ToGetHer
Like Vines, we intertwine as i pretend
I can hear his ghost call & sing along

alt. draft

Just now, having a Requiem Realization 
Of exactly how my first heart got lost
& N doing, as Proof of Youth's Truth, I
Finally B resigning to mine good design
Of my mind's truely transcendent devine
& acknowledging now No Matter how much
I whine, nor how hard I try - No Matter
How far I go beyond - No Matter at all
That part of Me I loved is beyond gone
Though sounding like a melancholic song
& don't get Me wrong, for it felt like
Me getting prodded with a cattle prong
But even so, I find comfort N the notes
Because even when I can't see his face
Nor REMember his name, as long as I Am
Playing this §trange little game, then
This sad, sad song becomes so much more
Acting as an anchor to him & tethering
ܧ ToGetHer Like Vines ☯ We intertwine
As I pretend I can hear his ghost call
So I sing along, making Me feel ܧ ΔLL

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