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“Man, Man, Man” Poem
“What kind of hunter?
Caught in your own trap-
a thief stealing from your own house.”
…
“Enthralled by stuff and status,
the crown, the turban, the king’s beard-
thorns pricking your own hands,”
…
“Gazing at the mirror,
You tilt your hat like a crescent moon-
but where is your light?”
— Nov 30, 2025 02:10PM
“What kind of hunter?
Caught in your own trap-
a thief stealing from your own house.”
…
“Enthralled by stuff and status,
the crown, the turban, the king’s beard-
thorns pricking your own hands,”
…
“Gazing at the mirror,
You tilt your hat like a crescent moon-
but where is your light?”
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Lexie Carroll
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I Traveled to Every City:
[My soul was] “a restless heart with no wings.”
…
“Love called out to my soul,
come in, come close, I’ve built a house for you.
It won’t be free of sorrow or trial.
Come anyway.”
…
And who am I when Love obliterates the I
I thought I was,
drawing me from one path, leading me on another?”
…
“I could tell you,
but every time I get to this point,
the tip of my pen breaks.
— Nov 30, 2025 02:27PM
[My soul was] “a restless heart with no wings.”
…
“Love called out to my soul,
come in, come close, I’ve built a house for you.
It won’t be free of sorrow or trial.
Come anyway.”
…
And who am I when Love obliterates the I
I thought I was,
drawing me from one path, leading me on another?”
…
“I could tell you,
but every time I get to this point,
the tip of my pen breaks.
