Alien
This feeling
Of otherness
Separateness
Being torn
From some
Memory
Of union
Oneness
That was once
But is no more
It burns
To touch this
Stuff
That houses my
True Self
Such ugly layers
Thingness
Heavy
Dull
Each movement
Awkward
Uncomfortable
Unclean
This messiness
Is not me
It is my prison
Nothing more
The flow
So beautiful
Enticing
Haunting
Laughing at my
Misery
Thickness clogging
Solid
Hard
Nothing flows
Anymore
Except in the
Heart of my mind’s
Eye
In that space
I remember
Re Member
Myself
Back to the
Nothingness
The void that is
All
Centre
Everything
In that space
Between breath
And death
I am somehow
Whole
Myself
In all my splendour
Only here am I
Truly me
Everything else is
The half-remembered
Dream
Of One who once
Was starlight
And infinite
(c) AM (Xander) Hunter November 2023
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