Not to leave things
the way they appear
in your mind.
Not to leave
not even to entertain
comings and goings
for they only reference
and affirm as a method
of eventful and distant.
My mind
is always yelling for help
drowning in preoccupation
yet slippery in denial of being.
My experience attempts
to meet everything
as familiar and expected.
I am starved
for diversity’s oneness
as the riddle of many forms
leading to the oneness
of appreciation and source.
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