He giveth and then once again,
he chooses to just take it back -
as if the darkness of all matter
must truly be his too -
no matter the level, no matter the feel,
no matter emotions that make him now reel;
yet too, so very real,
that he must pause and reconsider
the actions that he’s taken in the past.
And contemplate the vast, unending
changes he has wrought
within himself, yet even more
within so many others.
And how this all
just keeps expanding out
from one lump sum of motion,
alive within his chosen actions,
while his soul abides in loneliness,
speaking, but not listened to
abiding by the heart of truth
he might yet live,
in his reality in form...
? Michaelette ?
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