the End is near.

We did a mouse story
the other day. Let’s
be an old reptile.

Let’s be the turtle
all these eons later,
about to hit the road.

It’s time. Don’t you think
he she it has spoken
too long already.

Since the cave/tree daze
we earth-ding a lings
still do not hear.

Many guides have shown
me, you, us and them,
‘things’ are illusory,

yet we persist in ‘knowing’
what appears as other
has to be another.

Me looking at a reflection,
seeing a me, me, me,
closed the door

to being life
is life is
life.

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