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Dec 2018
I cannot grasp myself:
I elide through my fingers.
I cannot face myself:
one pair of eyes eludes my look.

I am intended by consciousness,
still surpassing myself in passion,
still reaching beyond my grasp.
In what is not, I find myself.
Arlice W Davenport
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Arlice W Davenport  M/Kansas
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