as many days missing
as i’ve been alive
mentally i’m scattered
a divergent home to
folly-harems,
monks and misers,
carnival clowns,
poets and dreamers
but they want to define me
casting nets in the fog trying
to catch, tag and track me
flashlights, their empty beams
searching an endless distance
in bits and pieces
and all around,
often the somber figure
seen or imagined
there i am
collecting myself
there i am
not
(Image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)
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