I still don’t know
who or what I am
but it’s not an issue
I wrote that last night
before I fell asleep
but in a dream I completely
reversed myself
I had total self-awareness
and it was quite a shock
I mean how one can just
keep going on and on
recalling all one has been
and in a variety of moods
arranging all one will be
1 comment:
It's strange. I like the way this poem is so much bone, or somewhere the bone shows more clearly, like flexed knuckles. It's so stripped down and the self-perception's disorientation maybe comes through stronger for eschewing "effects" in a way that foregrounds the subtraction of the same? I put a question mark because who knows how poems really work.
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