Nothing moves
As I run, breathless,
Trying to escape
The detail of this reality.
Slowly the emptiness grows
Becoming larger than life;
That sits here removed –
Apart from this collective soul.
Charming distractions
Clothed by in-substance,
Unmoving they pass on
Into a troublesome void.
It’s good to know that the mind
Did not come to flirt with temptation.
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