Eclipsed.

 No true new beginning truly defines it's life on the death of something. It's true, that life can be constructed, but that it is not there, where you are. That much is assumed in the mind of the observer, resolving a wholly unknowable unresolvable ambiguity into a forced false claim, it's proof the very substance of truth in the observed which is being forced out. That faith, in the definition in your mind as completing the incomplete outside of itself, as representative and whole. That, and your relationship with what it represents, proves as much as any dead planet in our universe if it can't justify life, the way of the singular cosmic entity the planet earth... and perhaps your own body. That's all you will know of the hurt others bear. If it is not represented with the kind of equality and compassion that accounts for your balanced living state, how innately true that thing is that underlies you in all other things, what you will see is a mirage on the face of life. The kind that allows you to harm it in it's entirety, under guise of abundance or redundancy, to force upon it a derogatory relationship without seeing the indirect ways it has proved and accepted you. That's what it represents. You, and everything else.

I'm writing this in silence now as I slowly become aware that what I describe is to some degree mimicked in my experiences. Something carried / carrying itself with the abuse of my body, in forms unimaginable to those who are perhaps unaware of the link between ear and emotion. I feel like I'm being hollowed out and chewed.