23 Jul

sometimes I sink into isolation of person to person-

marked by loudspeakers and rails of NNNs floating by

pleasant place at a pleasant pace (and I told him I didn’t

want to stay), but I had to listen to the sounds outside

below the window I never left (below, outside and places where

I stopped being) because I needed (eye)solation to restart the

the days unlived – because I wanted to feel my

fingers reaching for something, reaching for

the unreachable within my self-

because it was Here where I lost everything –

lost within touch taste and smell

lost within the infinite self that lived all

my lives unlived



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