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 He By JS

He spent eons motionless,
Lazing on grasses, gazing aimlessly,
His illusory mind wondering through the illusory sky.
His thoughts dissolved into the clouds that roamed the blue,
They were yaks dispersing, wild on a vast plain.

An arson,
He set fires everywhere,
They burned throughout the entire universe.
And the universe glowed,
A furnace of possibilities.

He suffered with every known pain,
Then he suffered through complexities
Of pain upon pain upon pain.
Every inch of his body affected with a variety of pain.
Yet, he guarded the path to sadness.

His confusion, unlimited,
Greater than the size of the multiverse, unimaginable.
Ignorant, an imbecile.
His stupidity amplified
By the reverberations of cowards and fools.

He never moved, he was static,
Frozen in a catatonic state,
Withdrawn from an imperfect reality
That he perceived as terrifying
And impossible.

He befriended vultures, who did his bidding.
They swooped in to devour everything.
Anything of value was taken
And never returned.

He loved everyone and despised it when he didn’t.
He made a practice out of contemplating a universal love.
Then he found peace.
Then he perished while rainbows appeared deep in water,
Reaching out for miles
And fading away over centuries.