really, really short

I haven’t been wise.
I’ve tried to converse with illusion,
To know the doppleganger of my desires.
I’ve made a character from travelogue pictures
And tried to divine his intent from silences.
I’ve come to mistrust him
For all the thoughts I haven’t put in his head.
I ask forgiveness
He didn’t ask for any of this.

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