…..A re-identification with the inner observer, no need to go further, now you can see past the served and the server; only then will I am, what I am be explained, and the significance of a bush engulfed in flames; the world is a stage, and you’re the audience watching an audience turn the page.
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Cleverly worded and mystical this poem works its miracle revealing its cryptic mystery of power. Lovely
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Excellent write
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