Inner most

i am that echo
silently singing
slowly writhing
always conniving
simple addition
chemical affliction
life is birthed
in closets and attics
and pantomime
each movement and representation
a chess match dance
always resting on the cusp of…
a fallen angel
or an uncharted territory
reaping where we haven’t sown
treading into danger
unheading suspicious strangers
wandering into the outer reaches
until we find ourselves resting
in our innermost being

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