People like eccentrics. Therefore they will leave me alone, saying that I am a mad clown.
Vaslav Nijinsky
And they will love me through the times,
or forget me in kind...
could the visit be more or less
blind
one of convenience
timed
to coincide
with reference points
in all those lives
I intersect
but never really touch
Yes, I am loved
and pass as such
into moments
left in trust
archived simply
in the dust
a now-faint trail
into a place
where I sought
refuge from
their space.
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