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who are we at our core
I'd invite you to know me
it's the impossible ask
though I know what I'm not
should I make any list
then I feel I fail
at my core I'm a galaxy
things swirl
shoot out of sight
light is emitted
I don't know if the source went out
but it still shines
there's too much to know
I'm not me, I'm all the befores
there's a touch of all the somewheres
the spin offs of the parallel
you hear it all on the static
or in the quiet
the knowledge seeps
from somewhere
there's no above and below
it's sideways
then there's stillness, the now
I can't deny I'm here
looking out, trying to calculate
without the right kit
who am I at my core?
it's a question with one word answers:
good
flawed
different
if you wrap those elements together
there's something
that needs confidence to thrive
subdued, resting
like an event that didn't happen
what it all doesn't need is a label
because it and you and me
is beyond your comprehension
and mine
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