You’ll drive yourself crazy
reading too far in
to what I write.
It could be about you,
it could, and it has,
or it could really be
about the billowing white clouds
or the nighttime sky’s allure.
Sometimes there are no metaphors
for you to unravel;
sometimes the only mystery in my works
is the one you create
yourself.
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