I wish to lose
My current self, the I
In every one of my senses
In the page.
Without shaping the unlined
White columns of endless space
And possibility
Where I may come to find
My own absence
The same when I am not alone
Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 12:46 PM UTC
I wish to lose
My current self, the I
In every one of my senses
In the page.
Without shaping the unlined
White columns of endless space
And possibility
Where I may come to find
My own absence
The same when I am not alone
