How much of my own story
I actually can share?
Reached an impasse.
In hidden allegory
I'd throw my truth or dare
From Olympus.
So cozy on a summit,
Dipped in a mystic fable,
Safe and sound,
Why would I simply plummet
And willingly enable
Being found?
One piece connects to many —
The tousled pile of traces
To the people!
My every nook and cranny
Is tickled by the laces
Of the ripple.
In solemn waves of verses,
In cloak-and-dagger phrases,
Neat and blurry,
Strategically submerses
And curiously gazes
My own story.
Impasse
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