Zywa Of flesh and blood

Jokes I make, my choice of words
and my clothes for the people
I know (who I am)
do have some importance
although every time again
I know afterwards

that it does not last
does not have the consistence
of my face, and
that only a vague image of it
remains with the people
I know (who I am)

that it only means something
to who knows what people
I don't know (who I am not
on their screen, in their ears
or on the paper in their hands
of flesh and blood)

Poem 886
Amsterdam, 2016-12-11

Collection: Local traffic 
Keyword: Identity: image 
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