When consciousness split the world in two, we began living apart from the whole that once held us. To face solitude is to face that fracture to remember the ancient truth: we were never complete.
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When consciousness split the world in two, we began living apart from the whole that once held us. To face solitude is to face that fracture to remember the ancient truth: we were never complete.
#MurfiLab #Philosophy #StructuralPoetry
Maybe I won’t return whole.
Still —
I move through collapse,
counting each fracture as proof of
motion.
The ground repeats silence.
The air covers what I lose.
I write
to measure the distance
between falling
and becoming less of myself.
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Maybe I won’t return whole.
Still —
I move through collapse,
counting each fracture as proof of
motion.
The ground repeats silence.
The air covers what I lose.
I write
to measure the distance
between falling
and becoming less of myself.
#MurfiLab #StructuralPoetry #Poetry
it was the architecture of thought.
Murfi-Lab writes where language collapses, reconstructing meaning through structure and memory.
#MurfiLab #Philosophy #StructuralPoetry
it was the architecture of thought.
Murfi-Lab writes where language collapses, reconstructing meaning through structure and memory.
#MurfiLab #Philosophy #StructuralPoetry