To know the true version of yourself
is to know
the semblance
of meaning
in a resolute
and dry desert
when you are stuck
in a rainforest
where everything
flourishes
in borrowed time.
“I was adored once
too.”
Outside
poetry,
literature,
and art,
things aren’t pretty.
But these words
stay written,
longer than
forgotten.
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