I can see into the dusty recesses of my Soul from here.
I feel an expanse that I cannot fathom
The corners recede faster than I can approach
My sight is only glimpses
I have found myself in there
And yet, something is missing
Hiding in the corners
Something I truly need to be complete
For the record I found my completeness since writing this. I was rummaging through my scraps of paper that hold my original jottings and thought this one was, well, worth placing here.
Jeffrey.
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