reconnected
to the earth
I'm muted
to the relief of all
and none happier than me
who no longer lives
subsumed in some grand notion
of having to explain the cosmos
as if my life depended on defeating
God in some arm wrestle
I abjure my inflated delusions
I'm not Abraham haggling with a bush
I say I've started to conquer myself while others
say "he had too much time on his hands...."
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