Mother

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O Mother, all the games we play,
all the endless masks we wear,
day after day.

I have made living a meditation,
death a celebration,
and sleep, the gateway.

Dreams upon dreams,
we travel without judgment.
In some I am the loved,
some the lover,
another, despairing grief a river,
other, a thriving field of daisies.

Undocumented livestreams,
like fallen old film negatives.

O Mother, all the games we play.

⬤