hovering unreality
as real as the pluck
that started a
dumb string
vibrating
my opinion of you
unreal & transitory
my view of me
as laughable as
considering a plan
to lay a foundation
in thin air
i reenter
the present moment
with no tools
with no aim
with no grasp
no you
no me
i write this
and a sigh escapes
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