untitled poem | 12 March 2022 | “ignorance of the p…”

From March 12, 2022

I now see my story - no stories -
All around me teaming 
They're screaming
At my ignorance of the past
Of my past 
Of their past
Of his past
As well my ignorance of the path 
Of my path 
Of their path 
Of his path 
And so I wander 
In concentric circles 
Orbiting a reality alien to me 
And so I act so weirdly 
As critical eyes condemn quietly 
Then mirrors to me again lie

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