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Shadow Self

Shy is the poet

The Singer, the shadow

Ruled by the ego

Yet scared of the show

Safe is the poet

Content in her habit

Steady is the tortoise

So why chase the rabbit?

Magic is music

But stunted by fear

A book full of lyrics

That you’ll never hear

Prose opposes the posey

Pansy within me

Her search for affirmation

Contradict the roots to the tree

Grounded is my musing

The wordy eternal stream

Scattered is the pipeline dream

That’s running out of steam

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