The Crowd One Generates

The Crowd One Generates

A Poem by Onoma

there's always another version to put
out--deny identity among the crowd
one generates.
--are you who you say you are?
is the constant question circulated by the
crowd--one to another, as a version of the
same one.
as one would say: peace be with you, in
church--to the ones nearest.
except this is a multiplicitous self-interrogation--
which refuses identification, therefore peace.

© 2024 Onoma


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Added on April 27, 2024
Last Updated on April 27, 2024