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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

They gather about you
a clambering canaielle
fawning faces
Drunk on the illusion
Of what they want
you to be
believe you to be
The superficiality
Of contemporality
The fame eclipsing
The art

I stand distanced
From that fickle flock

It’s the truth of you
Which I seek
The deeper spaces
Hidden away places
The flame that gives
Life to the words
From a pen
Births princes, monsters
gods and mere men
Imbuing fantasy
With veracity
Is it the same fire
That burns within me?

Submitted: December 28, 2020

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