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Rich of Self
I wear the same sweater more than twice in two days
My car has a dent and
hand cranked windows
Must make me poor
You are poor
Poor of soul,
happiness,
freedom of your once untrained mind
Walking in whatever direction a finger points
without question
I am rich
Rich of self
Rich of presence.
You are caged
I am free
Free to wander
obedient to self
Joy, and sorrow
embraced
You turn away
oblivious to sight
You have conformed
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