i am
completely spread out
in this tiny circle
pushing aside
these accoutrements
of a life spent…
only to pull more out,
that is how i manage
to feel empty,
filling shelves
and boxes
with things that are
worth anything
only to me
this all exists in trillions
upon trillions
of instances,
not a single one
getting it just right
i just chose the one
closest to my truth,
wondering aimlessly
trying to match
the within
to the
without
glb /// “within/without”
originally published 03/29/2018
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