I feel worn down
eroded. Cares, worries like water
erasing me. Pieces of me go
dancing into the darkness
gathering in the wind to join
the starlight. But I feel
unenlightened. I feel alone.
I feel there is no marrow of love
nourishing my bones. I feel, I feel.
I am worn out by it.
I wish for rest.
And permanence away from this
impermanence. All that's solid
has melted away. I wish I had more
to hold onto but myself.
I don't.
And right now
I am unsubstantial.
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