You can postulate about a "you" that is eternal, a consciousness that endures beyond form and appearance, But the only thing you see is ephemera. What more belief will you make to keep resisting the Truth? How much will it take for you to open to the inevitable? When will you seize what has already seized you?
When cheer fills you your mouth turns into a glowing crescent When fun's touched you your voice explodes into contagious laughter When beauty strikes you your lips swell into a tears-shore When love takes you your tongue churns into butter every word It seems there is so much madness in good things Why then, do you suppose more sense will come out of this mouth when Truth will have kissed you?
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