have I showed you how to
value me so little
with the lens of my self-doubt
with hesitant shuffling
leading with my worst
self-suspicion so as to
avoid disappointing?
how I walk hollow
scooped-out wind-blown fragility
pushed into aerial displays
compulsively reacting
bluster to cover over
how I feel inadequate
compared to another
I’d gleaned the salesmanship
of pastel skies of dawn
or glimmering caps
swimming in a dazzling sea
and thought to pioneer
roughshod road to higher self
to link myself to lightness
I see meaning auroras
fluttering above horizon
untouchable as desert mirage
and just so my thirst
for meaning, arrival, self-definition
perpetually unslakeable
deflected by lenses of perception
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