My presence is devoid of attention ⁣
My focus flows through a prism ⁣
Only if I could focus on the⁣
all encompassing waves of energy⁣
and nourish my flaws into a study of present
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All the ways of my ascension⁣
are blocked by my own accord⁣
Stones stop the silence in my river⁣
as I fear the breaking of my bones⁣
or the destruction of my righteousness⁣
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Fear shapeshifts in all my worst decisions⁣
The lure of no action and the fallacy ⁣
of fragile ego flows through them⁣
When all I need to do is give into my nature⁣
and let its brushstrokes finish the painting⁣
into its selfless form of expression of the absolute