I feel it.
where are all the pieces?
I don’t know.
how they will fit?
does it matter?
are they all here?
who cares!
but…
shhhh,
I feel it.
coming together.
all
coming
together.
Is this what life feels like?
I like it.
I’m not hopeful.
I’m not fakin’ it to make it.
I’m not “knowing it will be”
I
just
feel
it, and
the feeling
is good to me.
release into the flood
ushers a peace.
preceding
a rebirth?
it is so similar
to the calm
preceding death’s
embrace-
as he takes your ego,
and the cosmos you know.
I am done running.
I keep my little death
at my side.
he’s not good at chess.
but he’s killing this puzzle
with me.
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