of course we did name ourselves
having submerged fully in the belief of separation
we appeared to have qualities of our own
so it makes sense that i might have loved people
and been loved as if i had something to give
always dreaming of providing things unpossessable
our varied features changing to catch up
to the concepts of birth and death

yes this world is of each individual's creation
but a causeless creation is left with effects
foraging for something to fill an emptiness
blind life sees far into the wilderness
so close my eyes again and let me be born
without expectation or recognizable form

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