Once we think we know something
we fall into them.
I
I am
I am this or that.
There's no telling
what will come out of you next.
Mouth like a wound
never closing long enough to heal.
Fill it with silence.
words and images
2 comments:
Thank you for continuing your writing.
Thank you for this.
Who am I?
And thank you for continuing to read Tony.
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