To Each—His Own

I never chose to write like you,

it’s enough to write like me

My feelings live to shape each thought,

your passion foreign known

I need to use those gifts bequeathed,

while searching endlessly

And leave to you your native tongue

—and speak my words alone

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

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