A TCK-y poem I came up with recently. Not entirely happy with its content… but I’ll let you decide.
Always in between the worlds,
In each shell, seeing the pearls,
I see the beauty of each and all,
but none would there be mine to call.
I understand your spoken verse,
Your meaning, your praise and curse.
But you’re not mine,
and I’m not thine,
So close and yet so far apart,
I wouldn’t know just where to start.
Who are you? You’re everyone,
that I could meet, under the sun,
I am everywhere that you can see,
and everywhere you’ll never be.
To you I’m just a little weird,
Intriguing then, till it’s all cleared,
The truth is that I am you,
and therefore all the others too.
Me? I’m from everywhere,
a little of me in every stare.
Nowhere too, is where I’m from,
No place, no spot to call home.
Tabula Rasa, a clean slate,
put whatever you want on the empty plate.
I am, I’m not what you see on it,
Chip it in, write it in, that’s all there is.
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