May 2020
In a tectonic motion
Mountains have formed
Ridges deepened
In the blink of an eye
In the breadth of a gasp
I recognize myself
Asking why they assume
That we find who we are
Within the singular grasp
Of a mere single soul
For I feed a thousand of them
And they feed themselves alone
Your so-called meditation
Must be taken elsewhere
You must see that it was
Never yours to begin
Watch the rearview mirror
As it enquires the wisdom
I am but a multiple
Left merrily unresolved
Mountains have formed
Ridges deepened
In the blink of an eye
In the breadth of a gasp
I recognize myself
Asking why they assume
That we find who we are
Within the singular grasp
Of a mere single soul
For I feed a thousand of them
And they feed themselves alone
Your so-called meditation
Must be taken elsewhere
You must see that it was
Never yours to begin
Watch the rearview mirror
As it enquires the wisdom
I am but a multiple
Left merrily unresolved
Written in May 2020.
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This work may not be used in entirety or in part without the prior approval of its author. Please contact marsolav@outlook.com for usage requests. Thank you.
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