am I of this world?
do I belong to this
flesh that rots,
this rock that
breathes fire
from its core,

do I belong?

am I from here
of here, or another
world beyond
the senses, of matter;
the tangible and
revocable

there is a light,
a voice, a breath
within, and it whispers
calling to me

but who am I?

there is a blur
between the self
and the divine;
it’s separate, the
inside and out,
but I cannot see
where one ends
and one
begins.

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