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I am so enveloped in pure existence

When I have overcome the mountain

And its’ trepid rocks and steep inclines

When I walk by the side of no one

And no one being knows my thoughts.

You can lie on your bed and recall my thigh

Against yours, and staring long at my eyes

Mine were on the screen

Long you shall fantasize

And for many a year I will predict and build

(Out of red lego) my own demise.

No one knows me, nor my place, where

I traipse alone and feel one and whole and unsliced and clean

When I return to the place with steel poles and bad perfumes

That’s where I say to come from, but never belong.

You will know me, say your eyes, and you run your knuckles

Gentle along my arm and blink slowly. Slowly and the buckles

Of the deeper knowing come unstuck

And together we crawl towards an isle of reprieve from all the toxic muck

The pain carefully held within origami folds, a blown up box

Triangle, diamond, triangle, every fold

Untucked.