the same face
I live in the same house
I have the same amount
of years behind and before me
My teeth still have a gap
but others feel filled
and all seems different
ugly is suddenly beautiful
wrong is perfect
emptiness
is not empty
despair's deep tunnel
is elegantly lit, with a well-appointed high-speed train of hope
this place, this same place
is a foreign land
and though I'm no stranger, I'm some reincarnation of a forgotten me
but I'm not going to complain or ask how it happened!
I know it's you
but I don't even need to know.
I'm just going to travel to the outside
and lie in the sun.
3 comments:
I love you so much
This poem is neat! It makes me happy. Some of the lines seem mysterious or mystical, and there's this whole shooting-through of slow transformative current. Transforming into...yourself? It seems.
Anyway, I hope so. If you were going to turn into something, that's what I'd want you to turn into!
The end is just perfect, low key. We can sit in the sun while we wait for the light to come.
By the way, I want to emphasize that "Neat!" is not faint praise of any sort. This poem is REALLY NEAT!
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