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.

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