Ode to the relinquished

A lost duckling must be ugly
A lost driver must be without a map
A lost person must be helpless
Lost couldn’t find its beauty.

A penny couldn’t find its thought
A rug couldn’t find its dust
A bookcase couldn’t cover the socket
What is, is crazy.

Has given up on itself
Has no fight inside
Has no reason outside.

Has nothing to experience
Has nothing to share
Has nowhere to exist.

Isn’t the duckling
Isn’t the driver
Isn’t the person
Isn’t you.
Isn’t me.


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