dreamer

I have no speck, no mind, no casual leaning
I have no AM,
No corners,
No isolated feeling

All is an illusion
Persistent
Demanding
Obtrusive

I would let go if I had an I to release
The nothing to the absence

I would untie if the strings were not always
Slipping from my fingertips
Unraveling with a fading that tells
The me (that I am not)
That they also are not

We can descend carefully into madness
Or we can see this shell for what it is

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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