Monday, February 28, 2011


The sense that you are
the awareness
of awareness
is the only pardon,
simple amness.

There are no true
confessions, no
true stories, ever.
All narrative is innately
inficted. Forgive

the transforming,
constant movement
of matter, forgive

the constant want,
the yearning, forgive

the frustration
of owned, enculturated mind,
of endless mental
modeling, noodling,

the addiction to fiction,
the fantasy of willing
the world other, forgive

and be aware of
being aware of being,

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