Given

Awake self.

What do you behold?

A mirror?

Even the photo holds a momentary event in hand.

This is a truth, however small.

I walk, i think, i dream, i wake, i walk, i work, i think, i wonder, i…..

welcome self, here is the gate

where are the people?

love, darlings, friends, those who seek to harm me

heart rent open

ah i cry hands aloft.

ah.

ah.

i explode in a brilliant flash.

oh.

see.

the way opens.

this,

life 

a curse

a blessing

a gift.

I am the smallest tendril

of innocence

i am

the hardest rock.

i falter not.

lost?

or perfectly in place.

like a word you say over and over,

until it’s meaning drops.

and you jerk awake.

and you are still asleep.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhImage

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