In and Out of Me
I have parallel hands
and multiform gestures
outside, arena and circus
inside, life and death.
I bear my voice
not the words,
I perform all gestures
I don't carry pigeons,
inside of me
sprout beasts
inside of me
missing shoulders...
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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