.
I've been landing
on places that I don't
truly belong,
my feet can tell tales
of the traces
that I left,
my limbs can bring forth
burdens that I've casted,
every ounce
of my being
ascertained life
in its variable faces.
absolutely aware
of the staggering changes,
life is knowing
where to build home.
—MLD | 01072021
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Artifice
PoetryMy question marks were never caged but they always find ways to conceal their images and trick the pachydermatous spectator with artifice. Maybe, certainty can be Socrates listening to the mixtape in my closet? Maybe uncertainty can be me withou...
