Challenge
You kill yourself...what happens next to your essential being?
Non-rhyming poetry or prose. Any form.
Everything
My essential being breaks apart and becomes every little thing; I am now everything but being everything makes me nothing, to be everywhere is like air, inescapable. My thoughts are no longer thoughts, but an extension of the clouds and all that is flying. My heart beats only when the Earth shakes, I sing only when there's a strong breeze, and I cry, when all of the world sheds a tear.
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