This illusion of a stable “self…”
Forged out of memory…
Out of wants and desires…
A thick armor
Surrounding
An
Empty
Illusion
Perhaps a ferocious penetrating gaze…
Perhaps an entheogen…
Tearing a rent in this armor
Then
Seeing
This
Deflated Ego
Lying on the floor
A quivering mass of jelly…
Asking
Who is watching…
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