Sunday, July 19, 2015

from Posit (title poem)


I want
but that’s
nothing new.

I posit
no boundary
between us.

I say you,
I know you,
I think so.

I know
what world
is worldly.

I know
how death
stays alive.

I never
enter third
person places.

I could
go on


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