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I am you and you are me
Tiny grayish pebbles On a desolate shore Rolled by waves Towards my body lying in awe Rounded perfections Indifferent, uninvolved I pick one up Like treasure from the vault As if it was sacredness Sent from God Into my palm Avid, yet cold. The weight I feel But I am its shape The color I see But I am its fate. Substance, no longer, Limits of all Abruptly erased. Human, I am not, I am a cloud, A wave, A tree Anything that moves Or stands still, Existence I am, Vibrating comple