Fully Charged
A mind realized that it had become
itself, a self
that had been molded by fractured hands
yet somehow
by the grace of time
had now become itself.
This self was both a shop-window and a mannikin,
yet even though it was a cut-out
of certain carefully crafted characteristics of an imaged reality,
it knew it was,
and
that is the difference
between one who sleep-walks an existence
and one who is fully-charged
and ready to be a light
unto itself.
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