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Myself

He does not, mind you; it is not you he minds He minds only his time Certainly the smile does not admit How dull the deficit In wit, in words, in stars in the sky Left unsettled and themselves unminded Sun and moon performances, duties grinded Infinite interpretations, but of presented Such limited definition allowed, intended He tires, indeed, of being a Thesaurus Directing the dictionary of "for us" towards Synonyms of self, dishonest portrayal His own heart's heartfelt betrayal Too weary to mind you, to play this game He'll be more of him, of him less you'll see Of self more, of one to be Reconciled in great enlightenment No part out of place, awry, wrong or bent I am made of only myself.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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