I reside in the space between
adjusting and nomadic
Existing within liminality
laced with transcendence
Floating above consciousness
yet close enough to form shadows
Each waking day I worry,
my eyes will shut close
Unknowing of my place in the world
loosened grip on the pen
Enclosed and enveloped
Enclosed and enveloped
in wrath, at the sake of my ept.
- a2
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