The Importance Of Being
I wanted to explain
my thoughts on
the nature
of light and dark,
of sharp and soft,
of circles and rings.
I thought I’d succeeded
but no one understood me
and I wanted to be understood.
It was a puzzle
I tried hard to resolve
but no one understood me
unless I called them by their names.
Unless I call them by the names
that they had created
I am misunderstood,
misinterpreted
unresolved.
But now,
I think that
I like this mystery
that I have created.
Though
I am always open
to interpretation.
I am
what
I am.

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