I have lived a thousand lives and soon the world will see what my heart has given in order to make me.
The whirlwind in my mind has focused its view. All but one life is blind which makes me very blue.
At night when my mind is asleep bits and pieces through my unconscious mind beam. In they creep, in the form of dreams.
Lives unknown to me, that I may never again see.
When I was in high school, this poem was published in ‘America at the Millennium: The Best Poems and Poets of the 20th Century’ The International Library of Poetry, poetry.com, page 51.
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