In two parts

this framed existence. It’s persistence. It’s imagining

I am Don Quixote

Destroying. Unraveling. I have no interest save myself

Save. My. Self.

This expression is an imagination. Is a picture distorted. So what. Interference. Caught

In this

Dark

Pull

Of

Reality. No true eternity pictures

Only a substance fallow and following

Wake me in a wind when I find this subtle

Cherry tree. Sheltered you and I

Becoming a sun beam

Beginning a forest. Living an ocean

This waking I am purpose

I am strength

I am a fragment

And I am the whole

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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