Please tell me if I’m here
or if I’m never anywhere –
or if the orbiting bright sphere
the mind appears to dare
to be is existentially illusory
and all I am is hormone
and inane stark electricity
amassing, dark, into frail bone
and tissue that prefigure
little more than death,
which though it does configure
into form produces breath
with fragile fallibility –
please tell me what is left.
Send something here to tutor me.
Do not leave me bereft.
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