RIC S. BASTASA
How About Me? - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
doe, a deer, a female deer
ray, a golden ray of sun,
fa, a long long way to run
me, a name i call myself.
you are right.
me is my name. I call it myself.
and it is pushing us
to an illusion, an allusion, of a self,
identifying too well with it.
it. just it.
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