If nobody will say to me
How do I know
If I exist at all
And this is really real
Or merely I am lost
The disappeared
Who can be tossed away and found
So sound of body
When they come around or
Somewhere else
Beside myself they say
Good Day who know
The need to show
Such faces that their
Moods and Graces
Matter much are matter
We who do not greet
Deplete the people
That we meet we rob
The stranger and the friend
When we refuse to lend
The word that can in act
Confer the affirmation of
Each other in beholding of
The Self…

© K Barr


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