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The jam

congested
as you listen
to others

who said
what’s said

becomes
the center of
the question

to escape
from the noise
inside you

seduced by
a false sense of unity

jumping into
the commotion
only to create
more guilt

besides
madness of
self-imposed
folly

stillness

indifferent
nonchalant
unyielding
present moment

waiting for
your noticing

a ball of light

YOU