Without their knowledge
I observe the children of the earth,
probing every day in secret,
the human forgetfulness of wrongs,
like a messenger of karma,
I observe their abnegation,
notching their exaggeration, in the unconscious,
in search of deep remembrance
and the transmuted archetype of the hesitant ego.
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