we are all survivors
in a self-captive world,
private thoughts linger
as for consolation’s offerings.
we haven’t been with our real selves
like this in days.
wonder where we went
to now return.
don’t like these times of absence.
distraction, in its own world,
is quite renowned.
we’d rather be homebound
with empty thoughts
that embrace beyond any conclusion’s grasp.
to simply wander with the breeze
and wonder with our heart’s desire.
unmeasured by any cognitive means.
never leaving behind
yet in all ways expanding.
the future will bring to us
reflective mirrors of the now.
yet essence is here,
camouflaged but subtly present.
every view we personally take
is both a surrender of a self
and a unspoken inquiry towards embrace.
there is, after all, only one of us.
and when self as recognition falls away
these mirrors of self
revealing our sense of isolation
will be readily discarded . . .
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