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Veneer
I am no shape of me.
Nothing that I choose to be.
The angles seek the meaning
of the outline that you see.
Those shadows will be drawn
In fading light
The grey is foremost traced upon them.
The silhouette is broken.
The veneer is all we are.
I find me not reflected in
Nor stenciled on,
As many scattered pieces….
The missing markings in the margin.
Paperless propriety
This is the most I am.
The veneer has appropriated feeling
As glazes on the porcelain.
Kaleidoscope are the colors
In the widening divide
Between the one of us
The sum of us
There is none…
Anymore.
This torquinet for life
This pill to stop the bleeding
Published 26th Aug 2013
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