Sunday, June 16, 2013


You proffer a vision
Where i can neither be
Nor you are.

Interstitial relationality
Binds me to a nebulous you
Who, though uncertain, uncrystallized
Are yet located within my aegis.

Did i conjure you out of nothingness?
Or did you always exist in
That hinterland where the womb and
The original sin meet.

Perhaps i could create a telos
A consecrated concatenation
That would ratify you
And make you corporeal.

Because i can't know where you began
Yet have my tabula rasa replete with your being
I prepare myself to objectify you in future
And thereby become me.

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