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A/N : This is my first collab when it comes to prose poem and i gotta give much of the credits to this coolio author frend here @sans_soleil_ for taking the initiative and thought

Hope y'all readers check out @sans_soleil_'s works ^^

a collab between and @sans_soleil and @soulful_sojourner

written in 2024

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It is through the transient nature of our proximity that I am reminded of our perpetuity. The effervescent nanosecond that is quick to spend itself is still unscathed in its existence. Whatever it is that constitutes time, an eternity or a fleeting moment of shared joy, both experiences are indiscriminate in their interpretation of time, to be perceived similarly in their essence.

As long as we collectively partake in an event, each succeeding instant can be voluntarily prolonged, and, in this deliberation, we reserve the right to protract our relationship.

Mathematically, it is thus justifiable to substitute the experience of an eternity with that of an ephemeral occasion. Through imagination and our mutual understanding of the other, it is quite feasible to envision with certainty, how our solidarity would play out.

The retrospective judge of memory is not one to consider the expanse of such company, it does not baselessly assign greater significance to what physically proved durable, instead, its assessment pertains to the aftertaste that lingers on for as long as remembrance permits.

The heart of all surrealism can be encapsulated in the comfort of a second, an eternity.

In the midst of certain types of eternities, to self renew and rejuvenate is like swimming continents apart manually. For instance here is an analogy whereby a computer is attempted to turn on.

 After eternal times of checking whether the battery plug is properly plugged into the socket, disconnecting and connecting the wires, each time hoping the connection is made successful; each time hoping there is a fruitful fulfilling venture; each time hoping there is a ripple effect of effective and productive and transformative and comforting and meaningful moments; each time expectations only devouring us higher above the stratosphere and higher above galaxies.

 The laptop would start up well and we perhaps might thank all the possible causes of it, whether objectively real or subjectively real.

 But as soon as the light flickers up, it runs off, ever so busy, abandoning us in the dregs of void, amidst the tumbled pack of cards in disarray. After a bit of juggling and shaking, pulling and pushing, the plug is put back into the socket. And yet again light from the laptop waves hi. But soon flies off with a bye. And the cycle continues.

 Hence the meaning of hope consequently becomes of a negligible value, a dainty speck of memory, that becomes a subject of doubt – was it all a figment of hallucination?

 Some brooks of consciousness flow, simmering at the top of our thoughts and we realize subtly: the laptop is outdated.

 Yet we are planets on the move since eternity, we need to wander as we groove to renew. How else do we gather vitalities that escaped our focal points, snugly hidden in our blind spots in plain naked sight? How else do we discover what we missed while we focused on the teeming evidence of our frailties?

 After an eternity of sighs and blame shaming on any agent whether abiotic or biotic, the pursuit of getting back up on the track continues. We are echinoderms regenerating, propelling despite innumerable drag forces and inhibitory signals wearing down our sinews.

 The laptop of life finally reboots, finally finding the anchor in favorite moments of the past that elongated for eternity.