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My Head Hurts
<p>My head hurts</p><p><br/></p><p>A  simmering pot... Seething.</p><p>Violently it hisses.</p><p>Fears and Hopes</p><p>Doubts and Assurances</p><p>Light and darkness</p><p>There is no barrier to guide them apart.</p><p>So together</p><p>Violently bonded,</p><p>They manifest</p><p>They tell me lies</p><p>They tell me truths</p><p>I cannot process their claims</p><p>So I let them simmer without engagement</p><p><br/></p><p>My head hurts</p><p><br/></p><p>I am wrong</p><p>I am right</p><p>Both visualize truth</p><p>Neither... Neither willing to relent</p><p>Yet... They do not assail each other</p><p>It is against me that they point their spears</p><p>I am neither judge nor battlefield </p><p><br/></p><p>My head hurts</p><p><br/></p><p>I do not know peace</p><p>Solitude was my only solace</p><p>Yet I forsook her</p><p>She heeds my summons no more</p><p>Leaving me to force meaning out of company</p><p>Yet company is a fickle thing</p><p>Sometimes it is there</p><p>Sometimes it is not</p><p>Sometimes it is not there even when it is</p><p><br/></p><p>My head hurts</p><p><br/></p><p>My back is arched</p><p>Head lowered in submission</p><p>My knees are bent</p><p>Hands clasped in prayer</p><p>I beg!</p><p>I crave her solace</p><p>She who is without form</p><p>A presence that exists out of presence</p><p>She who is a mirror of truth</p><p>She who collects the pieces I divulge to the winds</p><p>She who knows me</p><p><br/></p><p>I am back!</p><p>Tell me that "I am"</p><p>Tell me "what is" is sufficient</p><p>Tell me!</p><p>Quell this insufferable ache</p><p><br/></p><p>Her back is yet towards me</p><p>Silence</p>

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