Wherever I go,
“real” or “imagined,”
I am always preceded
by the idea of me.
The idea of me
seems very different
from the actual me,
but I can’t be certain
that it is.
In every breath
and in every thought,
I imagine how the idea of me
fits within my awareness,
as well as how
the seeming situation
fits within the idea of me.
Is the idea of me the actual me?
Why do I need to separate?
I seem to be ALL of me.
Trail Wood,
6/29
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