The Real ME...
I am not, the Complete me,
The Truth of me is past,
Firmed in the Breeze,
Chiding clock's stutter,
And the Real is yet to be.
But am told the Real you,
Is drifting in the passing too.
Layers of time,
In chambers of certitude contain
An incognito in the present
Decoy of past and Yet to be.
~ A
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