By Zero #1
Date: 6 December 2000
Traces
I saw those traces
opaque, silent, and watchful
They noticed when I moved
Their piercing gaze reminding me
that they were always present
in every action
that I conceived.
Those tiny little traces
along the grass, in my bed
They even slithered into my closet
To hang themselves on my clothes
And cover me in its own being
with every shirt
I wore even less of myself
Feeble, tiny traces
they finally made it in
Into the places of the soul
Where nothing like them should be
To A place of love and care
To that place so beautiful
That I call, my heart.
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