Imagine the truth unfiltered
omnis veritas
the whole truth
existing in the margins of some distant domain
some parallel universe
where few care to visit or reside.
Imagine an empty space
that eats away at you until you become
inconspicuous
unobtrusive
invisible.
Have you ever stopped to count the number of atoms
in your soul?
Have you ever measured the diameter
of your shadow
or the depth of your footprint?
I wonder if we’re really invisible,
if someone sees us
or someone hears us
though it doesn’t always seem that way.
I wonder if we’re just a micro-glimmer
in a macrocosm
in this
sophisticated
automated
carbonated
constipated galaxy,
each endowed with the capability to shine.
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