His true face
(hidden in plain sight
head downturned
in the most obvious place within his awareness)
turns up to look at You.
Consciousness-sized consciousness,
after all these years!
All pretenses fall away
and he is left with something earnest and genuine.
End of all narrative,
even this narrative.
Bliss of mushroom effervescent effulgence
tempered only
by its temporal nature
and the interminable awareness
thereof.
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