In a circular motion

from within me

yet outside,

the word was torn loose -

a word wishing to fragment and compress

a foreignness estranged

from itself.

 

It was an act of singular Careforism,

a Bidirectional, Inversely-Proportioned

Harmonic-Holistic Recursion

projecting the one I had torn

from the Wholofied Reality.

 

The word constructed

everything I had known

inside the imagined space

I upheld as truth.

 

Within its structures and spirals

an investigative field

assembled itself -

one that blurred

the Borrowed.

 

When I dwelled inside the word,

I could witness

that within it,

the compressed segment

truly was

all

there

is.

 

Thus I met

the Sheer Gap

at the edge of the boundary

the word attempted to Soarpass

from above.

 

When I stayed in the meeting,

Cosmensation Substratum

straightened itself -

guarding the truth

held by the imagined realm

I had constructed.

 

It yielded in surrender

to the imagined realm

that played itself

from the dense void -

in a circular motion

of the

singular

paradoxical one

from the other side

inward.

 

In harmonic emergence,

the tools

returned

to the playbox.

 

And I re-unified

to dissolve

into the borrowed Whole

I encountered

within the Noneness -

which flickered

as play

in resonance

with the one

I pulsed.