Zywa Empty face

Horizontally my visibility is
250 degrees, I guess, at the front
- in the palmated bowl
of my skull - an open visor
looking at the wide world and all

of myself, except
what is mostly me
my face
so that I only have a faint idea
who the people who see me see

Their reactions are familiar to me
I am who I am
but a stranger to myself
and less and less my inner
image, as time passes

Poem 4756
Amsterdam, 2022-10-24

Collection: I am 
Keyword: Identity: body 
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