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TRANSCENDING THE ULTIMATE

TRANSCENDING THE ULTIMATE

Maps of the tentative,

existential and woeful,

gravitas of aggression's monument,

Confronting potential's manifestation,

eager to underlie the truth,

encumbent on belief,

distended in the abdication of creation,

churning chaos into ordainable ordeals,

philosophies discerning the disentanglement,

berating the evaluation of a supplanted forgoing of absence,

escapades of escape and excommunication,

suspending absurdity,

dividing the abstaining indifference,

buried somewhere near eternal weakening,

as soon as the heart that grows strong, grows dependent,

precisely where weakness is strength,

the need for the contradictory,

limiting the catastrophic,

emanating from the impulsivity of sufficiency,

relating to absolutes always relatively,

and from this emancipation,

persona pursues preemption and perseverance,

in the law of indelible opposition,

quantifying the incubation of divided passivity,

corporal and systematic,

intelligible and autocratic,

filled with angst and life,

resounding and resplendent,

transcending the ultimate.

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