I nearly forgot my life
as I shared it with you.
Tender moments cause amnesia -
in their wake I loll
and roll and forget.
Your tenderness I lap and
growl for more.
Who finally verifies Truth?
Touche, Fancy!
My life it fans into flames.
Molten shards, all mes.
Sometimes I forget to notice
Which me is being.
Which me is verifying clarifying
molten reality.
But snap - whack! You slap
me back to confusion
Awareness of delusion
Self-imposed.
Now, composed,
I can feel its harmony.
I can bear my load.
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