How can I feel so wonderful
the microcosm of the world
but so far from what
I should be
when I look inside myself?
What or who
accounts for this gap
between sensual delight
and thinking alone which
cannot be all there is?
As if these thoughts were mine
that I had some ownership of the air
free to think anything and be wrong
with or without awareness
how it affects what’s true.
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