He weaves a ladder
from strands of his hair
and when his head is bald
he takes of himself
molecule by molecule
and slowly fades from sight.
–
The sky is his home
and its accoutrements his only companions.
He has given up everything
in order to understand
the truth of his existence.
There is nothing left
but to climb until all
possibility is exhausted.
–
And so he climbs
ever higher.
The light thins
and then yields to blackness.
He cannot see, taste, feel, smell, hear
he has only a knowingness to guide him.
There is no more air to be siphoned,
no more heartbeats to warm him
and fill him with music.
He is all soul.
–
Whatever he touches
reaches straits through him.
Whatever he holds, however, momentary,
unifies within him.
His consciousness extends
over vast distances
and one by one he becomes
all the stars in the sky.
–
Inspired by The Archeo (an oracle deck which speaks of personality archetypes)
For
mindlovemisery 
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Thank you so much!
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