There is a hole in the sky
where i come thru
the clouds just spread and there i am.
it was easy to excavate the self
among the bleary color and wind
it was easy. but here i am
sitting, writing in bed
at 7:57 in the morning
and facts surround me,
facts, simple facts like logs
and i have a body, i know that
i stare at it, finding and seeing
nothing at all. and time passes
and music collects into my ears
but the sound goes nowhere
and i find myself, no, i don't
find myself at all
in a body, in this net of skin
but there i am
leaping boundlessly
over the grim barriers
the toothy decay of time.
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