on the edge of nowhere
we sit in a chair of air
contemplating the end
of existence as if we
living somewhere and
seeing life for the first
time out of the womb...
we are caretakers of
emptiness, invaded dreams,
and broken promises but
we realign our sadness
whenever nowhere lives
since it moves around
like a vagabond, or a
nomad whose life is not
his own when in spirit
form... we know this to
be true a thousand times
we have seen similar and
not known the difference.
October 16, 2023
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