• _transient 17w


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    Under the mask of pseudonyms,
    I once was a derivative traveler
    who had been to lands abound
    yet failed to see the worth
    of a true ground.

    Colors blocked my vision
    with an obtuse viewpoint.
    Oceans that I crossed,
    salt that my skin soaked
    made me bloated with opinions.

    I still am
    a rehash of my own binary
    looking for solidarity
    while traveling
    by my unprejudiced self.

    It is tricky
    as the light's a bit too reflective
    for my briskly polished shoes
    and the glass I look through
    sometimes lacks a prelude.