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August 31, 2003

Amid the sounds and thrashing of my head
I hear the strange cadence of peace.
An intimate silence of golden simplicity
has made all the corrupted noise vanish.
I'm lingering in the space that is nowhere
reminded of wholeness and belonging.
I know now I don't belong in this world
and there is comfort in knowing.
I will no longer pretend I am part of it.
I now answer only to who I am.