Wednesday, March 27, 2019


I'm facing a fact;
the heat from the sun
can't be covered by clouds.

An insight so clear
my rushing tears
unveil the truth
eclipsing my being.

My body is my body,
my heart is my heart,
my dreams are my dreams.

So tell me,
why is this body
not the one staring back at me?

I face the reflection
in wonder—
what is my soul trying to embody?

I exist in a figure
who's nobody
and everybody.

I beg for the truth; 
what does my skin seek to shelter?

wrestle with my tongue—
my body, my body,
          spectrum of universal code.

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