I guess I'm feeling my self (?)
Well, of course...I always feel like my self; I mean
How? can I not; because your "you" interchangeable as halloween masks,
yet something intangible remains.
It remains forever. It is pure. It is the sensation of flushing a toilet bowl
nine hundred times over and over and around, around with each successive cirlce
clensing; immaculate conception!
of thought
A moon rock - sea glass/driftwood; it's been said before
(that of which is completely clean)ing ceases
and so, I await the day when the flushy in the head and soul
(but never stomach)
while the flush of the universe continues on
and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
It is THAT moment, inner stillness, at ONE
with many things still dynamically swinging like
trapeze monkeys tossing empty banana skins through
the air, taunting the crowd, jaunty and loud.
So obnoxiously loud yet at the same time the commotion
becomes so acquianted
really nothing is wrong
and so really, nothing's wrong.
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