My divine self is fickle
Phasing in and out
I struggle to grasp it fully
We are two
This sense of self
Created by the fusion
Of everything and nothing
A consciousness manifested
And yet, we are one.
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Dumping Grounds
PoesíaSometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
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My divine self is fickle
Phasing in and out
I struggle to grasp it fully
We are two
This sense of self
Created by the fusion
Of everything and nothing
A consciousness manifested
And yet, we are one.
