Friday, May 11, 2018

Memories Make the Outfit

They let us pretend
Who we are, so we pretend
To please them, actors
Dancing in old robes.

A naked infant
Is the closest paradox
To one of us without them,
Paradox for not being,

Without them, one of us yet.
And here I am composing,
I who am them and only

Them, these words, the first costume
Of the apes, us, these phrases
Pretending we are humans.

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