I Am

I am my own Alice

seeking  a non-existent



I am a butterfly

fluttering about in

a flowerless field,


I am a pen

deprived of

the badly needed ink,


I am a star

shining bright but

is slowly dying,


I am an ocean

bearing darkness and

monsters in its depths,


I am a restless poet whose pieces are interpreted and understood--only the pieces, not the poet.


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