Cotton Candy

I no longer know how to act
With a man.
My programs,
My conditioning,
Lying in shards all around me.
I sit in the puddle of
Emptiness,
Running my fingers
Through its fluff.
Cotton candy,
The texture of
Not knowing beyond
Seduction,
Desire,
Performance.
No agenda at all.
Where does it go from here?

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Stephanie Dawn Clark

We are here to become wise creators, to serve Mystery, and to experience the absurdity and fullness of Life. In this, true Joy is lived. Welcome to the Party.