AN EMPTY SHIRT

He was a shirt

with a covering

resembling a man

of awkwardness

and self lacking,

a foundering creature

swimming upstream

in rivers

of passing faces

darkened by clouds

and shadows moving

where uneasiness

forces him to

familiar corners

where tight

angled walls

warm him

finding favor

with his quiet

life without

need for beyond

where he is

full of solitude.

 

 

 

 

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