Shadows

I

Am

An

Infinite 

Line 

Of shadows,

 

Stretching forward and backward.

 

Each breath,

Each heartbeat,

Is a separate shadow me,

Me in a moment discreet,

Each moment bordered from each moment,

Given the semblance of continuity

By the passage of consciousness,

Shadow to shadow.

 

Each shadow me exists,

Perfectly eternal.

 

Moments never pass.

My perception passes and makes me think that moments pass.

Time is an illusion of continuity.

Continuity is a perception of pattern.

Pattern exists.

So time is no longer an illusion.

 

I exist as eternal shadows of myself

Stretching 

Forward 

And 

Backward.

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