The Bending
I wrote a simple line out for myself
to read again for myself anytime I might
need to remember who I've been.
To discover oneself again
is another form of self-conciousness.
But this would all depend
on the shapes of the flickering fire-lit shadows moving about the room,
that will surely change again and again-
Conforming and expanding,
going out and returning with the stroke of a match.
To show me a song for myself,
or dance and spin into the colors of a painting
I'd once created,
that in the dance of shadow and light bends.
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