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Half Awake
 
This poem came late at night after reading ZhuangZi. It turned into a mediation on the transference of my consciousness across different embodied forms and the meaning of love and whether or not it is lost when the form being witnessed changes. Enlightenment waits in these revelations, however brief. 
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