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Nov 2019
getting blind under the shield of
sunglasses

i really became blind
i did everything
i did whatever

imitation of a
sentence

imitation of
movements

imitation of a
warped corner of the mouth

to belong
to belong i
imitated

words
movements
warped corners of dem mouths

for this purpose i
observed people
being themselves

for this purpose i
observed people painting
identities on walls

by the time i
became a mirror

i became a reflection
i became silent

didn't tell 'em wat i be
didn't tell 'em about my creation

i became silent

slick
like mobsters
on islands of self-assurance

dictating
rules

during this stage i
talked to masks in order to
figure out what's behind
dem and dat

i talked to masks in order to
find the location of their
wordcaves

sometimes they reacted:

arrogantly or with
empathy

ain't none in between cause
they condemned and appreciated
quest

they were aware about my reasons
figuring out something

they dealt with it in
various ways

tolerance
acceptance
rejection

this quest
quest for belonging

feel me?
A signal.

Today is a good day.
Max Neumann
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Max Neumann  M/Inner Shelter
(M/Inner Shelter)   
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