ALONE
(A POEM FROM 1995)
So many know my name and yet so few
Know me; I'm more and less than what I seem
To be, called friend by many people who
Know me as I know night by chance moonbeam...
Chameleon-like I change my psychic skin
Depending whom I'm with and what the day,
Unending fitting, never fitting in,
Amending how I look and what I say,
Unclothed and mute, inside myself I know
My soul complete, its multiplicity
A whole; but outside actor-like I show
The role I choose, or you assign to me
And as no one can know my entity,
I know no one, but only simile
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