The Source of Light

Punctuated light

Picturing my place

On this world

Full of contradictions and blind spots

From which

I am not visible

Barely catching my breath and clenching my fists and jaw

To grab the attention of a few

Meandering in meagreness

Merely reachable

Through the magnifying glass of my concave lenses

Distorting the original object

To the point of wondering

What was at the beginning

Of this journey

And where will my recovery

Take place

In a peaceful, resourceful heaven

Or a pragmatic, rueful hell?

Is it that much distant

From my current silhouette

Not making any difference

To anyone I know

Except for me?

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March – September 2022

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