Collision of Thoughts (03/24)
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that She might
caress the distance
with Clarity
and of Myself let the rest
Imagine a Meaning
how she might
despair
fantasizing
great flocks
of dust mold’d
with space
to a clay
ever confusing
and reidentifying
I’m born
I live
I die
(suppos’dly)
Something’s before
during
and after
me
(suppos’dly)
but
of myself a part
has always been
I
of Everything
or is Everything
Me?
for Now
…perhaps