Tuesday, June 11, 2024

As It Is

If someone told you
To your face you weren’t

Real, and you knew it
Was true, would you feel

Differently about
Dying, persisting?

Could you say, I’m not
Here in the first place,

And mean it, and not
Care if you went on

As something unreal
Talking to itself

Or just stopped right there?
Wouldn’t it feel like

Freedom from ceasing
To know you never

Were any being
Here ever at all?

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