My eyes were closed.

Shadow puppet plays

somewhere in my mind.

Location? 

Non-descriptive.

For what is? Left behind?

 

Not moments captured,

observed by-passersby,

but tiny bits,

reconstructed biased

undivorced from me and my.

 

I love my shadow puppet plays,

and the story they design,

narratives unwritten,

just shadows in my mind.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm sure I remember it.

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Mind Poem

"..reconstructed biased..." So nice! - Lady A -