Day 364: As I’ve Been Made
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i have traced the outlines
of masterpieces –
it is half my life
i’ve spent so doing.
there are so many masters
in this world –
and the lines they draw
on canvas and paper
make a maze
wide enough
to occupy one’s whole life,
pursuing the
labyrinth’s center
wherein nothing
secretly lies –
and have found myself
skilled mostly
in facsimile.
it makes me feel strange
and alone.
am i such a shadow
and shader of opaque shapes?
could i find myself brave enough
to bear my own simplicity
and simply be
as i’ve been made?
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