I don’t know what it means 
That I, it exists before the thought, 
Before the breath,  
3D spliced between zeptoseconds,  
Between pulsating fractal heartbeats.  
As someone who has felt spacetime
(has been spacetime?),
Time does not exist. 
Mushroom tears.  
Somehow I remember to breathe. 
And when I am back into I 
And here, I bring no answers,  
The usual. 
Love, beauty, joy, happiness - 
Amplify that. 
Dance the dance. 
Be anyone, or what you are. 
Obsess about anything, or anyone. 
It does not really matter. 
Don’t ask questions, 
The questions themselves have no meaning. 
The answer is before the question. 
All of your problems disappear
With space, time into the zeptosecond 
Before the Universe takes its breath.  
On the edge of the precipice to nowhere 
Where the only reality - 
Complete absence of it. 
Sad, happy, it is what is. 
Go live this truth the best you can.