Portrait

Portrait


 

I was and am
Thief king fool man
All or one and none
People in crowds view each other
Only their children see me
 
I’m a museum piece
A mirage on a mirror
A man who became a painting
A painting turned into a wall

 
Each day I watch the golden owl sitting on its bell
Seeing much and saying nothing
Winking its eyelid to speak
 
The silence of what’s true
Bests the music of what’s known
 
I miss the winter stars
Cold, clear, and far
I cannot tell anyone
They are my real home

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