I wanna be in a deep silence
beyond the realm of known sentience
pondering when you slipped back
into your linear dimension with a heavy heart
feeling hurt, without bowing obsequiously
to my obscured one-way love,
an obsession that kept you strained,
an overzealous consequence.

Meanwhile, summer daylight shimmers,
the moonlit night turns nebulous.
And I am far from reaching and mending,
searching for cadence on a broken string.

Under intense scrutiny,
I dived into an unknown reality
a concept of duality, a philosophical oddity
in the fabric of quantum entanglement
crossing spacetime into the ethereal,
an ontological dimension under the concealment.

Maybe there, we will meet up as we meant to be
while spinning each of ours in reverse,
a theatrical display in the distance
set to unravel by third eye consciousness
our fifth-dimensional reality.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 16, 2025