To society some people don’t die,
some people rather memorialize,
they pass into the act of
Becoming a memorial,
in the spirit of all physical bodily matter is crappy death prone and decay ridden.
I’m however rather dead,
than serve an array of memorialism.
Stagnant spiritual preservation.
bewteen mind, fiction, sense and spirit with the material physical chemical bodily kinetic world
is as evasive as it is solid matter
It’s not staying with this seperation.
Personal „secretive formulas“ can be personal manthras, and public poetry, too.