Tet
life of an unknown
stir at times when i realize
i am an unknown
try to see the rays
shining on my bookshelf
squint at the thought that my eyes won't open
to steal the black and white of day
smell the flavors of languid words
marching though my head
catch the formless breath of an inspiration
i have yet to see
long for the moment that a soul will
grasp the life of an unknown
this is for my best friend, jorge michael.
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