I haven't much decided yet
what animates me so.
Streaks of inspiration?
A climax of ego?
Yet even in the still of thought;
Animation changes time
Epiphany's take place
Are they yours or are they mine???
It doesn't really matter
It's the glory that we share
Things just come whenever
And we are not aware.
I seem to think, that given time
the past will recreate
the memory's of this and that
will somehow dissipate.
Then when reason turns to logic
The door will open wide
Throwing out all memory's
that we would sooner hide.
And then, at last
will fly away it self
Because the true
There only is One Self!
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