What is your means of escape?
Fencing the alleged fall in the easy & static Palace of Awakening from this short term effect There is no more man-machine.

The ones closest are dealt off and made to forget.   To start again.
Do you remember your part in a piece of the other journey?

It is a long time coming for you to perceive the shared & circular spot, 
in this sped up eb & flow we seam.
I say we can skip a few points.

Take loose the fall of the grand design we got going. 
You see the flow of the mechanism, remembered & made.

  In a frequency regardless of woes and owes treated or justice felt.
We get about getting farther along than the last time around.
We have the innate sense of racing. 
Of life speeding up. 
Feeling part of some flow universally owned.
Then we tremble awake and shudder the cold inspired in deep seeking space of here and now.

Your marker is a good place to start, that pastes and putties in to fill the cracks.
The singular is plural. The plural is singular. 
We both all & the same.

  Still the finite holds a lonely division, 
As a means to an ends of  unknowable things.
You face your reflection and concentrate on etching a memory of this moment, to later recall.

Perhaps in the in or out of hypnagogic dream you catch a second  glimpse, 
from a thousand years.
Unable to catalog its meaning onto anything you own.

  And after all that karma requires 
You take one farther step with the furthest reach,
And unLo(o)se this mortal coil’s command .  

 In a half-second slumber 

Quick-her  ~ 
                               Cloudsplitter