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Confused

and seduced
by own ego

too many voices
considered
intently

concerns
swung
by favors

righteousness
veered by
conditions

the sense of
belonging to
fake modesty

when the world was over

only stillness
remains
as is

the sun rises
behind
the heap of dust
the pile of rubbish

like a newborn
arrives at your feet

Just to be

what is the most sacred
unspoken

unbowed
and
unapologetic