Man #17

Cameo appearance:
Day after day, a thoughtful stray
Meandering at the periphery,
Something of a mystery, eyes
Blistered by the light of blackened
Sunbeams. Shallow memes pretending
Greatness, exalted by their utter lateness, but
Spoken in tones of grave conviction: all original,
All a fiction. Afflicted by this pale depiction of
Life, shadow of a former self, a rocking horse
Placed on a shelf, lost in the perpetual motion of
Devotion to a brazen image of
Itself.

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