All I am
are thoughts thought before
and a body of recycled cells.
Nothing belongs to me
And I belong to nothing.
There is no "we."
And I think that's where hope comes in.
Hope that (we) and more than (our)selves.
Hope
For more than who, more than what.
More that truth, more than perception.
I am more than myself.
_________
written inside a hole in the wall
somewhere summer 2008.
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