Sunday, May 8, 2016

I/i

i am not
my face, i am
somewhere behind

the I, pulling levers;
once my face was
a living thing:

now it is clay,
and i am smaller,
now,

within myself:
on the outside
I grow,

inside i shrink - 
yet there is nothing
in-between.

     (completed 5/4)

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