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not me
I am these days
by age
made distant from myself,
a shallow bodying
infirm
off balance and
unrecognizable
an alien, a startling wraith within
my mirrorings.
And rest? Sound sleep?
are things now on the brink
of memory.
by age
made distant from myself,
a shallow bodying
infirm
off balance and
unrecognizable
an alien, a startling wraith within
my mirrorings.
And rest? Sound sleep?
are things now on the brink
of memory.
Published 3rd Nov 2024
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