The Great Ape
my head is a storm,
my hair is spun from flame,
my eyes are two dark oceans,
and my heart, an ocean the same.
my body feels so alien,
my voice is an impostor,
the present is a walk in the steps
of the past, my missing father.
yet, my future is the bastard son,
or perhaps the unloved daughter,
that in any case, when the times comes,
my present-self must foster.
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