And if you slow down just barely enough
for a glimpse
of the big picture,
it finally becomes possible
after all that water
under all them bridges,
through all the swamps,
for all these eons,
to get
how truly immaterial
and incomplete
the feelings,
and perceptions,
and voices,
and ideas,
and centralities,
and egos were
as compared
to the everything else
that isn’t a thing at all
oozing along
on its way
to the truth
that lies
in the pivot
of nothingness.
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