de con strut…

RohiniPoetry, Reflections, Uncategorized

               abs                                 tract

                                 with                             no

                                                fat 


          con                       tact

                                                           less

                        con                  tent

                                  sharing

                                                     lone         liness


                    i         so           lated

                                     from         love       too late


                      we  walk  we  talk  we sit  we go we strut

                                       no sun                    just


                     moon                         a                 thinking

                                                   agent

                                heartless                  no heart

          illuminated                                         by other than itself

                                  yet       believes it shines

                                                                      own light


                                 con               tinuing           con


                                  a                   thinking agent

                                               no agency


                             devoid            of                 content

                                               connering                when

                                                                      can

                                           lost       love       life

                                                   laugh         ter       rified

                      not fool                     all


               de                 con         strut

                           a                thinking         agent

                                  struts       no                       con

                                                 tent      


                          covers           empty                          nest

                                      with                   clutter


                        protects                    no               one

                            sees                        no               one

                              cares                      no                one

                                 loves                     no                one

                                   accepts                  no                one


                               ex                 cept                     self

                                          full                   of                    empty

                                                              stuffing

                                                  coning               all                 ways


                       each             piece                                    stirs

                                                                peace

                                    fill                    only   agitates

                                               disappoints                        all

                                                     hurts                              all

                                                        blames                          all


                             empty                    is              not

                                                                       still                  thinking

                                                               any    way       wants

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