15th Anniversary Poem of Nocturnally Oddball Reflection
My mind is lost, but I am happy
The mirror sees differently, but I ignore
My favourite colours are mystery, isolation, and quiet
My favourite rhythms are softness, softly, and softer
However, my straight walk is melancholy concrete hard
My yearn is in the Winter Snowstorm of a Pink and Green Anniversary
The tears are invisible, and the ocean crashes through my façade in multiple units of salty measures
Yet and still I present my head in this unique period of battered aging
My mind is found, but the 'x' is still the CAPITAL
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2021
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