it looked
like we were speaking the same —
walking together
along one path
yet something in the words
began to close
one meaning
laid over many voices
and called truth
not loud —
but complete
a tower made of answers
that did not listen
they named the ego illusion
and perhaps
the illusion is also this —
not that we say
i am
but that we believe
we have finished
what that means
and closed the door
behind the word
so let the words loosen
let them return
to breath
truth does not live
in what is sealed
only
in what still
opens
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