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Existence Outstretched

July 21, 2010
By tsolennia SILVER, Fairfax Station, Virginia
tsolennia SILVER, Fairfax Station, Virginia
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Nothing is my own anymore.
I reach out my hands and grasp semblances,
Fibers of the earth at its beginning.
And as I gaze at my fingers and the jagged perplexity,
It all crumbles to ash. Foreign; fleeting--
Our moments, our wind-shaken complexions.
Nothing is mine anymore.


The author's comments:
It's about self identity and individuality. When I said that nothing is mine anymore, I meant that there is nothing real or genuine that was my own in the world--nothing distinct to differentiate what was me and what was everything else.

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