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Matter

I can feel a new frequency

Operating at the core of ‘me’

Wait, an utter contradiction,

As the ego tries define my entity.

Yet when no longer chained

To the unconscious self,

It’s nice to come home,

To watch the first person melt.

‘I’ is just the snow cap

on a frost wrapped mountain.

A foundation forever going,

Infinity’s flowing fountain.

And as we settle like dust

In stale grey stagnation -

Opposing bountiful migration,

We meet our lives with frustration.

As we don’t deal with loss,

Or the need for change,

Yet the moment we realise ‘we’

Will never stay the same...

Is the moment we realise

The scope and the range

We have at our very fingertips.

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