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I ask, MAY I
I ask if I should ignore my existence
Like I do everyday, everywhere
Should I breath incessantly
The hopes of a commune
My life being the sarcasm of
A dismantled, lifeless mirror
Should I collect the morsels
of a scattered self
wonder if I have the courage
of being an indigenous spirit
My distilled dreams limp to caress
the wounded aspirations of a SELF
The aspirations of a boundless sea
A sea of words and of thoughts
Of a world that I do not entertain
Of an enigma I am too busy to be certain of
The strings of my name,
Strangle “me” till my poise succumbs
I ask, MAY I!
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