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all the hours I have spent
fighting over which me I should be
sitting on the shores of my own world
I might have been running instead
spinning dreams, seeds into flowers
holding my grandmother's hand
and speaking the only words that matter
but here I am, now
too tired to fight with my selves
concerned more with which me I could be
if I can just use these hands
during the next blood red sunrise,
and create a house of clouds
to hold all the chatter, and focus,
on only being, being, being
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photo: Monastery beach, California, december 2020