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Death is the great raw zipper of the colossal mind-grid unfastening the heavy winter coat of your name— Not a void, not a ditch, but the supreme jazz-collapse into the un-born, un-died, smoke-looping sky-juice of the Big It! No tracks, no ticket, no conductor, just the holy, wild, un-fenced spook-radiance of the grand Nowhere. The ultimate drop-out! Where the ego-engine conks out and you wake up as the entire sky-theatre itself, shining like a mad, golden diamond-bug in the teeth of the beautiful, nameless Forever. - Adhyatm Singh - #adhyatm #review #poem 🔗 View | ✨𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗦𝗧✨ 🔥 More on @tgWiz