hollow is your name
for what is in it
the letters to sound out a familiar beckon
a recall of long past genetic couriers
who mingle within your pool
it is a shell, an abode
donning your self chosen this time
on the merry-go-round
to look upon this world
from your perched perspective
choosing to see
believing the sight
right in front of your eyes
when someone else
holds out their hand
and gives you their same hollow name
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