-tanka/hymku-

tanka

this loud-soft fury

i carry in my bones, i

dress and comb my hair

with; this be ignored by you.

you keep tellin' me: 'its good.'

tanka

in bright pagantry

of color i return to

strip myself of the

me you wanted, i naked;

now introduced to my skin.

tanka

over 20 years

i done ran as another man...

done lived too many

other lives, now at 30

i shyly court the REAL me.

tanka

built life on ev'rything

but obedience. led an

existence based on

sacrifice...approaching age

30, now i sober up!

hymku

getting to know

myself. get/

ting comfy with

meeting the ME

you thought of.

the ME ive ran

away from

for many days.

hymku

this cycle

of

lost images.

hymku

lost my sight, lost the time

to enlarge

myself in you...guess you

don't care huh?

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