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I am not what I am not
so you won't see what you don't see
about me.
You might feel disconnected,
dislocated, isolated-
in need of internal reflection.
So do not look outward
with your being on me.
Rather,
point your headlights
opposite.
Write and ride those vibrations
with no more
contemplation.
For I am worthy,
I mean some thing,
for I am different,
and I try for expression.
And though the comfort,
at times,
is lost-
I still have me.
I am what's left.
For,
in short-
all I ever had was me.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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