Capgras Delusion

A doppelganger unfit to deliver gospel
rejects every notion of
sufficiency and auto-valuation.
What do I deserve?
Exactly what I'm worth,
what I provide: jack shit.

How dare I pontificate about
that by which I have been torn apart?
I know nothing. I am nothing.
No-one.
When one false voice strikes
with the impact of one thousand superiors
jeering, howling, you know nothing--you are nothing.

I am frozen at alarm.
Flames abaft, self-cast umbra
dancing ahead: chains bled to rust enfold me.
I remain bound, made to observe
bleak self annihilation.
A false reality absorbed as truth.

I recognized the sun as an omen.
I recognized the sun as an omen of this.

Amalgamation of yin and yang
Serves the purpose of acceptance,
confirmation of consensus,
yet we labor still.
What defines authority?
Does the credential fallacy apply?
Is it inanity for one to achieve enlightenment
before one can teach?
Documenting a progression
regardless of the intention
to set light to the obsidian's will--
as it still may be rising to the surface,
boiling, breaking,
through the mechanism shaping
everything we have internalized:
The Grey Unity.

I'm not perfect.
Reflection still unrecognized,
a version of toxic dissatisfaction.
What's the purpose of charting oceans
if one fails to comprehend their depth.

Swallow me.

I recognized the sun as an omen.
I recognized the sun as an omen of this.

I've battled with knowledge of the lie that is duality.
Recognizing the unity of sides light and dark brought forth
a deep inability to believe that I was worthy to embrace such a truth.
Despite this, I move forward, not upward:
without doubt, I must accept this unto myself.