poetry, Uncategorized

Self Portrait

Precious metals

Filaments emerging

Like tiny frosted blades

Of grass

A spoonful of

Warm brown light

Poured into each

Socket

Not so much

A Roman nose

As the empire

Small mouth

But full lips

Big smile

When someone coaxes

It out of me

I see my ancestry

Welcoming it

Like a king

In tribute

But I shall never

See myself

As some have

A monster

A collaboration

Between will

And a haunted freedom.

In light, accepted

Appreciated

In darkness,

Remembered.

 

 

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