Philippa Lane - Identities

There is always a doubt
Never quite visible

Like a coin thrown in
A muddy puddle

Rings of uncertainty
Extending beyond

One’s self

Where nervous hands
Falter and grope

Into nothingness
Where eyes blur

Trying to focus
On what is unsure

Am I the coin
Or the puddle?


(Senneville,1998) .

Philippa Lane

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