Not Mine

When I move
I move with the notion
That its my own
Volition.

How can it be other
Than this
Knowing from experience
And feedback.

Knowing from feedback
Is circular defense
Of my argument for
Choice.

The pattern of choice
Is built with feedback
As a sensation
Fuck.

A moment of clarity
Creates anxiety
Then Chaos
God.

Drop.
I’m drowning in emptiness.
There’s no there here.
Or here there.

Mind.
Let’s go of ‘mine’.
And yours.
The body is still there.

Mine.
Is just a sensation.
Permeating all experience.
The water we swim in.

Not Mine.
Not.
Self.

No...

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