if i have existed

​

if i have existed

but they just close their eyes

if i have walked

but the pie is only of the sky

​

when you come, if you come

when i drown again

​

my demise, as before, is rudimentary

the instruments of detection

plow into a cavity of vast dimensions

​

and i seem to see a wrinkle on a dragonfly

before i saunter into the silken web

where i am bound and thrown

into a pattern of thankfulness

that will not be denied

​

i stand beside me

as my body escapes me

and i become even more invisible

than i was in the womb

or the day i was born

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i will never be a radio

though i'm full of hymns

i will never be a stranger

but solitude rushes in