What am I?

I lay horizontal

Back ramrod straight

But my mind is vertical, staring at the heavens.

What am I?

I lean to the right

Though I might be left,

I am bereft of any sense of direction

What am I?

I stride forward

Legs pumping like pistons

But my footprints in the sand show one foot dragging.

What am I?

My soul is dark

No spark of light

But my heart might grow warm if you come into sight.

What am I?

Just a jumble,

A jungle,

Of self contradictions!

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Owain Glyn