There are moments to like or dislike
Or stoically watch the same thing;
Be it a passage of music unlike
any heard before, or a painting.
I am, the unchanged I but I
am inconstant in my becoming.
From a lowly pit to exalted high,
like an onion subject to reckoning.
Who is avenged, not I, but I
just watch my self-suffering,
like idol adored for its idiotic smile
before a believer lamenting. 🌹
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