Poem: I do not seek out more for covering this form

I do not seek out more for covering this form

or to find distractions I might add,
irrelevancies to entice or amuse.
They only decorate,
though there is the story told,
there is the nature of reflections
and the implications of a presence.
Nothing remains outside,
nothing is disconnected,
though each has an identity.
There is not a way apart
without a recognition.
I hold it, too.  I will find
what is for me,
what waits here
that I would choose to carry.

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