o my ocularis
my two
god, the reading
god, it's so much;
for a wine-drunk luch
for a mirror gaunt boy,
there were so many men
that wrote before me
--- a few women too

- James MCL

contd.
and o my signature,
god,
I still put it
at the end,
I wasn't done
this is Self writing
with a big S
for I may be alone,
But words are here too.

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