what is me?
the shapeless shadow crisscrossing my way?
dull opaque mass of black
now stretched like a band
now rolling in a ball
a restless fiend on the run
what is me?
the bloated pride in the mirror?
full of wind, void of kernel
a hollow hide in the sun
what is me?
inane dreams of distraught wit
weaving, weaving strands of sand
dark, ominous flights of fancy
useless baggage by the ton
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