Among the Worlds
I do get lost most easily,
agreeably, I think.
To sit alone
in places most unspiritual,
becomes my boarding pass.
Goodbye.
There are no walls—
no time to measure,
I'm a child...
in Plainview, Minnesota,
a young adult...
in a theatre in Paris.
the queasy captain of a ship...
to sail the Renaissance.
And duly lost
within the shroud of peace.
Voices.
Yes.
What is my name?
Oh, yes.
And, yes, I live here.
In this house.
This "now"
pulled from the edge around me...
that I forgot.
~
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