by Nicanor Millan

She taught me:

Your name is your omphalos              Vowels which unlock the soul.

Personality is a person’s charity                     Visor from reality.


But am I what I perceive?

Or rather, am I that which perceives me?


Still she taught me:

Keep your swords a secret, and when the moment is ripe:

Strike!             House cats have their part in the fight.


But I’m just a thinking thief, snatching ideas as I go,

Pretending to know that which I don’t.


She taught me:

At every moment there’s a choice:

Either you enjoy or you don’t.


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