Sneeze (i.e. Reflection of a Humored Cynic)

I love the sneeze
The stiff breeze
Blowing consciousness to smithereens.

For a moment I am forced,
to be
In the moment,
not to be
Stuck in the head, in the mind.

My identity becomes uniform
An action signifying singular symmetry-
Indeed the devil ego is released.

I, becomes sneeze:
No fear, no courage, no thought, and
It is becoming.

A singular Peace
A reprieve
Democratically available.

So I stir up the dust
Stare at the sun
Breathe in the pollen.

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