Posted by Ben Naga
SMOKE AND MIRRORS
Seeing who we are
We see we are who sees us
Doing the seeing.
No answer, no solution.
Dissolution … No question
Posted on September 12, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged Identity. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
So I see.
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So it goes, Kim. So it goes. 🙂
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