The cells of your body translucent,
Your being, a fallen leaf,
Your intention hiding behind it's own shadow
And You,
You are gone,
Faded into non-presence
The space you inhabit,
A placeholder for your body,
A side prop in the play of life
The need to be seen,
To bring in to out,
To manifest in Reality,
To have integrity
What are we without ourselves?
What are we without our truth?
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