Without ego, i gaze at things.
The whole excuses my old illusion,
Sets myriad mirrors in motion.
It is a bore after a while, yet
As true as i can think on it all.
'My' life's a life, unremarkable,
'My' death's a death, ordinary.

It's a sad conclusion that unites
Science and advaita ruminating.
Wars roar, waterfalls pour, and i
Tenderly lift a fly from the basin
Before turning the tap on. Sigh!
It wouldn't have mattered. Nigh
Is what i thought was 'my' going.

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