Another Poem About Identity
by Tucker J. Collins
life is being one
with all others and objects
I am, no is not
my own perception’s
skewed by your image of
my whole existence
life is being one
with all others and objects
I am, no is not
my own perception’s
skewed by your image of
my whole existence
Funny I deleted my last poem, you wrote this one about identity, and I replaced my previous one with a poem about identity.
i like this topic as i constantly am striving to discover my own.
i found mine in a bucket… i think the bucket was used for something related to trash in its former life.
but my identity didn’t seem used at the time.
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i found this to be a well-formed comment on language and perception.
Thanks, Dustus