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I, whom you are
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I never really saw you;
I adored you, I harnessed you,
I nourished you and fed on you,
And all the while it wasn’t you;
But figments of my own kind
In the curved mirrors of my mind,
Ever rippling in the breeze 
Of my fears and my glees.


On one still morn, a windless day,
A waveless pond, a glimpse away,
For once my mirror without a blur,
And in my heart, not a stir,
I saw my face, my skin was fur,
A crown of horns, my nose a snout!


Ah! when I shared the common sleep,
I didn’t realize who you are
I, beast 
    I, man 
        or godliness
I, instinct 
        I, mask 
              or essence
I don’t have to choose anymore:
I couldn’t choose anyway:
I am the blessed, I am the lost,
I am thou,
I am all




ekoh
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