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I do not live in this small town

I live in the great expanding void of the universe

the holiday of day one

the elusive home of nothing that is

I am not confined to this

prison cell

hospital bed


closed mind

My windows are wide open

the fresh air blows through my doorway



My vehicle is the color

that radiates from my eyes

my beating drum

my family

who are the countless selves climbing the mountains

wings in the sky

high, high above the rest of me

the diaspora of me

inside of me

some will live

I lean upon the me that is you

not artificial

I lean upon the stone altar



talking to the selves

not yet meĀ