Entropy or Oblation

Entropy or Oblation:
A Poem

I have passed through the death of sleep
Only to rise to vexing apprehension.
The fluidity of a dream-state, opaque, it is potential.
The plodding waking hours, luminous, they are existential.

In the depths of night, open or closed, my eyes rest.
In the height of day, squinted or teared, my eyes scour.
At the setting Sun, I float in the ether, waiting for a word of creation.
At the dawn, I crawl in the desert, immolated by illumination.

The absence of everything is the canvas;
The marriage of visible and invisible the masterpiece.
It is into the darkness of the deep the Logos speaks.
It is through the truest truth animation completes.

Sleep is a microcosm of emptiness or creation.
Consciousness is a microcosm of entropy or oblation.

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