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The Power Of "Someone"

Elvis Presley was a game
that all of us and Elvis Presley played

You are a game that you play,
all the time,
or... almost all the time

I play you sometimes, maybe,
if you stress the words
a little differently!

The sole moment I don't play me
is the second I wake, some mornings,
when I don't know who I'm supposed to play,
when I don't know anything about a game, even;
that split second when a something reflects everything,
without intention, without the ball and chain of self awareness,
that straitjacket of step by step identification with an idea
that dresses the free world in armors of concrete and marble
and a mindless fear of death

In that passing morning moment I don't even grasp for me;
I have no questions and nothing to express,
no demands, no desires;
I am nothing, but I am everything

It's a pre-identity space,
almost immediately blurred out
by myself crowding in on me

and all of a sudden I click in to that slot of I,
and that day is hijacked
by the power of someone,
the power of being someone

The show might go on...

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Publicerad 2021-04-19 22:57

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