words

everyday after
every vector my eyes fall upon
stones overturned
places I’ve already been
moments I’ve lived before
evidence of my being there
searching for the unattainable

breathing,
conscious of all this fragile space
expanding and deflating
orbits I cannot escape

ungovernable,
the id stretches and snaps back
what little writhing things
flourish in the dampness
in the dark
in the shadow of imagos
emerging much later
autonomous
awakened

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