That he's broken, and breaking
That's clear. It's less clear that
He's still there in his depth, to
The core. All his beauty and a
Touch of wisdom is perversely
Hidden in the fragments of his
Memory and thoughts. It's not
Clear he knows who he was or
Who he is, lost in the mix-ups
Of a mind unsettled to its core
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Unsure
It's ambiguous and uncertain
As is all life and living, yet the
Uncertainty makes for nerves,
Unsteadying my gait, changing
My pulse. My heart beats more
Insistently. Ambiguity is so grey.
It's washed out, and the edges
Are unclear. I long to be sure
What exactly will assure me?
Tamara, really 