Behind the Shelf
Walk over the open desert.
I still remember the clouds, the symbols.
How they rest in their high romance
living to teach the truth until it sinks
into a beautiful nothingness.
Pure minds sustain universes.
The spirit is aesthetic.
No less but more is enough but imagine it
distinct from being.
To be a phase in question and reason to an end.
Trusting a change, watching it love me.
Telling myself to not create with my ego
for the desire to be God is a fake identity.
Feels easier to plagiarise your own soul.
{XM}
Unpublished, 2019
Copyright © Zoleka Mannie | Year Posted 2020
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