Published by: Soleil Keilee Mahilom
Date published: September 22, 2022
Time published: 3:38 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Empowerment, Autonomy
I humble my own when I walk down some cobblestone.
Rumors capture the lights on my neighbors' faces,
Even if they don't speak enough, I know—
They pull down each string I own:
Spotlight as the reguerdon of their reechy reck!
See these curves carved on my dear face?
You tush because you know I impleached with godly one:
This one who runs like a child inside me.
This one who ponders about life so graciously.
This one who cries like the wolves defining gravity.
Mending will never feel like trying to get away.
Even if all of you look at me tip down and up,
I'll always have one living defined immoment soul:
Inside me, he continues to get enraged.
Inside me, all of you are already dead and buried.
And inside me—is the one living known to be a lozel with so many lunes.
I talk too much about the future, they say.
Further, I'm a rabbit-sucker of the rising uncertainty:
I don't ask anyone to stand by me—
One inside me does it perfectly.
And yes, one's beyond enough for me to keep myself glowing.
Because I'm not afraid of my hapless one,
I live two both trying to run away from no one.
The omens of life continue to devour each thinking:
They look at me and I never care.
Even if they kill me, I'll never care.
I'm a dream inside a dream;
I'm a hope inside a hope;
I'm the life inside the death;
I'm the future inside tomorrow;
And I'm the one inside myself.
Painting: The Two Masks (1926) by Giorgio de Chirico
https://www.wikiart.org/en/giorgio-de-chirico/the-two-masks-1926?fbclid=IwAR3T8MhEAbbALCMo6MY1x7xqdF420IlUJfQuZwMBxgdO6RZCDodr4NJohE4
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