Unearthing Self

the mission of unearthing self

brought a sensible irony within

the mantras of abstaining emptiness

overlooked that the glass was overflowing

restless chimes of a neighbor’s clash,

a service to others with self-loathing vibrations,

branches, hundreds intertwined in someone’s definition of productivity,

but this was never me,

the self was singular, everything else was never a necessity.

 

 

 

 

 

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