My Vague Self Poem by Zyw Zywa
My Vague Self
In distorting mirrors and family photos
I explore the limits of who I am
in company, I let my body roll
my eyes expectantly hidden
behind a golden curtain of long hair
enticing like a star, with puckered lips
to feel what it is like
to be world famous
and then to experience my vagueness
all the more, hidden behind big eyes
like a child in angel wings of sand
with golden keys in my hand
from the behind from the hidden from the vagueness the crystalline comes it becomes identity
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5/16/2024 7:33:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very interesting read! Thanks