There's no end to land 
There's never an absolute absence 
As long as the spirit perceives 
This shall be continued 
Today that you see me as a wholesome and lonesome soul 
Tomorrow might be a different spectrum 
I will float into a different dimension
My name will be uttered in different vibrations 
I will and I still do contact unaware continuums
As life never cease 
This inn someday shall be doomed 
But the weary traveler will find another one 
I wonder how flabbergasted would be the courtyards 
Some seeing funerals some witnessing initiations 
The garden of the mortals 
Do not throw those stones 
I bleed- I lost I know 
But oh the onlookers 
I played my game- fair and foul
I'm the game, not a participant 
Victory is my birth, glory is my death 
I got nothing to lose 
I have what they call life, time, and eternity 
Do not disgrace my presence 
Accumulations are a mere mess
I chose not to collect 
Do not chase me oh hungry jackal
Empty flesh has nothing meaty
Do not embody me oh wealthy merchant
Empty flesh has nothing meaty
I'm scattered into the sky 
I'm also shattered into the land 
As there's no end to land...…..

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