And Cut Them Into Pieces – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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At dVerse Peter is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to explore endings/beginnings.

dVerse Poets – MTB – Endings/Beginnings

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“I’m interested in memory because it’s a filter through which we see our lives ….” Kazuo Ishiguro

And Cut Them Into Pieces I lived the secrets and cut them into pieces lest they find me and undo my perfect belief that I am indeed my true self and not another, a mere codicil to a footnote of self-deception. Lest they find me and undo my perfect belief that I am merely myself and no purified saint, a mere codicil to a footnote of self-deception, lost in the annals of myopic delusions. That I am merely myself and no purified saint, exposed to the world, bared in all emptiness, lost in the annals of myopic delusions, accusing me or mirroring myself to my face. Exposed to the world, bared…

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