skimming over
what i just wrote you,
it seems evident
that i am missing some
pieces today.
i seem unable to
communicate clearly.
a fracturing has occurred.
perhaps this precedes
a re-assemblage?
perhaps i will again
take form as something
recognizable?
maybe i ought not hope
so, no. i
should rather desire
a new form.
or, at least
something
slightly different.
at every impossible,
phenomenal
moment,
a cleaving.
with every step
taken,
a path.
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