The essence is derailed

Ultimately towards my ultimate;

But these counterfeits’ faces

Are locked in by my brain.


So many dances left to do

With who I am meant to

Be, live and thrive with,

Spend time in public and private.


Distracting counterfeits that need to be escaped.

Moments of lifetime yet to be taped.

Textual moments waiting to turn to reality,

Universe looking forward to the union of duality.






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