Not I
If reality is meant to change,
Buddhists may be right
The stops and starts of wasted dreams,
to bury in the night
With truth in self-denial,
our awareness springs and grows
The burdens of all conscious thought,
released—once letting go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
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