Shapes
The fog’s so thick, I barely make out shapes
Of memories, through other people’s eyes.
This life is but a shade of what it apes,
Its colors, dim and vague, although it tries.
I know life for a metaphor of more,
But the specifics are just so hard to pin down!
And that, of course, is just what it is for;
We miss the queen, so dazzled by the gown.
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