I imagine that I am empty.
And so I am empty.
I imagine that I am full.
And so I am full.
I imagine that I need to worry.
And so I worry.
I imagine that all is well.
And so all is well.
I imagine that
I have no imagination.
And so I have no imagination.
I imagine that
all is as all seems to be.
Trail Wood,
6/29
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