Invading You

 

Out of the amorphous air,

cumulously prodding
you to care,
the understanding

comes: you’re from

somewhere not evident.
You sense
its beveled edge –

you’re on the ledge.

You've nothing you can
point to of your own --
except the vast exquisite

moan of everything --
invading you
and baiting you –
creating you.









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