I cry for my role in man(un)kind for
my narrow, tunneled focus my
lack of connection to all that is and is not I cry
for all that has been wasted polluted, extinct missed
opportunity missed opportunity missed
opportunity for power depth
and the execution thereof searching
for external fulfillment moment after
moment after
then stringing all these moments together without space to breathe without reflection to exist without connection to occur without


void of
power void of
depth moving about without remembering that within
stillness everything and nothing
exists everything and nothing perpetuates
everything and nothing inner and outer
space there is no division it all is and is not past
present future peppered with
drama, emotion it all
is and is not

let it go.


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