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Sep 2019
What’s it about her
That keeps you from snoring
And drawing conclusions
Whenever she removes
Her masks and her make up
All of our taste buds get used
This is probably worth exploring
And our talents are also worthy
When at last we have excelled
At all our entangled entitlements
So now it's time to begin
The undeniable silence
There’s nothing to it
Except the collapse of the entire world
It shatters all meaning
And opens new doors of connection
Were you expecting something else
A holy renaissance perhaps
Or some feeling of permanence
Ha you are fooling yourself
So go to sleep and wake up naked
Never take it for granted
That when you open your eyes
The skies could be different
And the sunrise could just
Lie there like a fire that's gone cold
We are older but never
Bolder than this moment
Everything is individual
An antipathy of time
Is right here in our mind
For millions of years
We have already formed our next life
Covered in gold we are never
As dead as you’d like us to be
He who fears the unconscious
Fears all eternity
And whoever makes themselves
A tyrant never earns freedom
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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