I exist in the telling:
A story to puzzle
Out, a shadowed
Charade—inarticulate
And vague. Limits
Mask, lines form—
Like walls a room;
An emptiness becomes,
From nothing, more.
Hold this here, a crux
To hang a cloth upon,
A transubstantiation
Of me into you.
(April 12, 2017)
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