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By Alto

For Made Up Words

It is nine minutes before midnight as the 
crimson fire line slices the sky, and the 
net awareness of a limitless potential in
everything that exists in all possible realms 
descends into and through me, each in 
contingent form.

A process borne of all relevant meaning,
I relish the pleasure of one hundred orgasms,
gain the knowledge entire of every universe, 
and experience the tenderness of a singular
perfect mother, intuitively bestowing what I 
have lacked but never found, and needed 
yet given away.

As forever slides into eternal blackness, I
smile at the last, brief moment of grounded
awareness, never knowing if what fell to 
my cheek was my single tear, or if it was
one belonging to you.