Present is the layer Above the ache that settled Without my permission With my knowledge I let it be Like a thorn in my hair it bedded A rot that Stopped This moment Light and crisp and open - time Green and wide Shared It’s not like the thoughts stop They come say hello Off again Don’t stick A self is here The witness to it all Just not batted Judged Space Inserts into The act of Being My Imagination plays Childlike Games Again The river Runs clear water I see Fish
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