spread too thin
too many pies too many fingers
I've only got one hand
I am only
finite
Somehow I am still
caught in those old bonds
where nothing comes together
nothing builds
the ship is not leaving the harbour
just taking a tour of the bay
Somehow
the conversations are so familiar
yes we love you
yes we want you
no we can't pay you
Somehow
I'm not saying
What I really want
Systemic self reflection
empty and meaningless
Somehow
I need to change this fundamental
this core
way of operating
back when
there was no separation
somehow
i need to coalesce
the Self
it has to come together
or maybe just
a sliver
to shine on
just a bit
to flourish
just a few plants
planted far apart
so they can grow
somehow somehow
wherefore art thou
my dearest how-about-some?
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