atone of self pity
Oh dear
Poor, poor..
Poor you.
I'd fill
That poverty.
You feel
In your own
Dissed illusion, meant
to you
can have..
Right back
Four, in one
Totality
Is one four all totalities.
And even though.
You feel like
First, last only chance
To mark this another day
Of real in now.
You were, and are counted.
Into my universe.
As the one you let me see.
Up to a participant.
Their guise.
I will name not
Your name
The sorted and affirmed
Tag
We would all recognise.
W