Born
in tangles
in dashed
out thoughts
that like
the light
find shadows
and seduce them
then turn
on themselves
or move on
like evictees
seeking some other
shelter
or like water
drawn to a drain
or colours
in the night sky
see how
they run
grown so fast
I hardly recognize them
as my own
anymore
and if you
didn't know
where exactly
this was going
well
neither did I.
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