I have tried.
at times,
more purposefully
than others.
But
I have,
tried.
At what point do I seek the warm
embrace of you
my Muse-
forsaking all else
and
all others.
They do not understand,
and
I admit,
regretfully,
though I try,
I do not care for them
to
understand the essence,
the truth that I see,
the reality,
me.
In the beginning,
Many became One.
One,
a number only slightly
less
perfect than
None.
I seek perfection
but I can settle,
for Once.
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