My self within,
Raging energy,
A burning adolescent.
I become its dummy.
Out of my self,
Spirit suspended,
Looking down upon
the ugly contortions
of the ego in pain.
Descending, my spirit
opens wide its arms,
silently smiling,
too quiet sometimes
for my self to notice,
in the midst of my
noisy flailings.
Sometimes, when apart
I see you too,
Just one fraction of
an essence, your soul with
its head bowed in
susceptibility.
Slowly, as our selves
retract, we rise and stand
together, spirits
smiling at each other,
The distance rainbowed
between our gaze.
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