Being Human

What my soul is made of
no longer matters, not in
the scheme of my life Here.

I am human, and embracing that–
and embracing the disowning from
my soul’s original family, the secrecy

and lies of wealth I was trapped in, the
“greater good” that would have brought
my death–I find that I enjoy an ordinary life.

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