this is, for me,
the deconstruction of understanding
as a ritual of self-reflection.
say what I think,
and find who of me is doing that.
who generates this
to what ears of mine?
to where I am in silence,
completely listening,
not to the topic
but to the tone of me
in deliverance.
from where
does that inwardly hurl?
do they of me from there
know of me
who secretly listens?
how it is that I implore,
to that who outwardly speaks
for me?
please to introduce me to others.
not by name,
but by my ever inward presence . . .
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