So here , this is me
i hand it over-
you see what is written down
funny thing to be
black blue swirls on white-
collection of subject verb noun
a formuliac collection of who i am
(was),
on those days
my angers joys fears
multifacted me
in multifaceted ways
Yet i hate that word
multifaceted
overused abused and sad
how to describe one without it?
for the lack of word
I'm glad
of the inabiltity of this paper
to actually be me
rather than burnable, crumpable paper
I`d rather be the tree
Now I know trees burn
I know they`re cut down
yet a burnt tree, a fossil
can be the carbon in the crown
its mutilated trunkks- a bed
chair desk for inspiration
its hue texture grain
instigator of new sensation
its branches- when at last reduntant
once holders of seeds and more
of hopes, fears projects:
life and the seeds it bore
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