It does not take a whole lot

Of what my soul is not

To distort

The being who I am alone;

So I pray my God

To take

The visions and the sounds

Of the lies and the deceptions

I have known:

What has shone as light in what should be the darkness,

What has grown as habit where I should be free,

What has thrown itself where I would live as conscious

To become the stone that I would think as me.

2012.05.25.0100 ©

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