Going away…

going away
to the far lands,
which are inside us
deep, deeper than….
we know of.

if my claim of i,
is based on false,
i stand withered,
waiting for the hand,
the will of existence,
to hold me.

finding…
emotions growing to a sound,
and emerging as a thought,
lingering around,
longer,..much longer

chime bells ringing,
when you speak of Truth,
in a sweet polite way,
but it hurts,
when you see,
the distances between,
you and it.

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