Blurring of One


The blurring of one,
Clock glared by the sun,
Time is listless,
Ever flowing madness,
Disregarded vanity,
Griping tight to sanity,
Stop!
There are so many,
Not worth a penny,
Think not of yourself,
Place ego on the shelf,
Duality has begun,
By the blurring of one.
~A.F.

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