There are two types of poet:
Ones who portray themselves,
As an aesthetic of their own creation,
A verbal skin to be inhabited,
A lens through which to view the world,
A better reality,
Then there are those,
Who simply disrobe,
Exposing themselves as formality,
And maybe this is too simplistic
And I like to reduce to the dualistic,
And neglect the nuance of my willful self-deception,
Too caught up in the mirror for my own reflection,
But can you guess which of those is me?
And which I aspire to be?
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