It is as if,
I had never known You
at all
when vanity calls
I am
At once
swept away
again.
And I hate myself
for loving
myself
so much.
If there is more to You,
what am I doing
scratching sparks
on the walls
of my cave of
self
when You are outside
in
the
Glory.
B.R. 12/13
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