what if even the infinite is but a dream...

on the one hand

one must awake

from the dream

of ego

& seperateness

from the infinite

that allowz

one to think

the great

the barbarous

the capitalizing

the profitable

the infinite

the murderous

the enterprizing

the brilliant

the compassionate

the insensitive

the never ending

thot

to entertain

the notion

of peace

the soothing

tone

of

madness

& on the other hand

enlightenment

requirez

a precondition

of ignorance

without which

there'z just

infinite

light . .

&

a big mess

in this

little tiny

speck

of a place

we call

the real world

?

meanwhile

the infinte

consciousness

just sits here

bliss incarnate

hummming along

...with whatever the heck

it might be we think we're actually

doing...

witnesssing

our colorful

idiocy

watching us

remember

& forget

everything