Deep inside spiraling down
past the Ego and self indulgent lies
beyond what we learn, down to what we
know.
Born from the fabric of life
we sever the ties
and try to stand
control the waves and harness the wind
the world is our illusion
never to dance and flow with the tide
the sand is glass and the coal is fuel
the trees but meaningless paper.
We are but a piece that refuses the
whole.
We are the sand, the coal, the tree,
and the wind
Moving to a dance unknown to us
with all that lives.
There is only this moment and no other
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