Displacement, having one foot solidly planted
And yet existing half in and out of the air
That most breathe. Off-balance,
I experience life as a figment of ignorance,
Of knowing something was lost but never lost.
I am supposed to lose what I do not have
To understand, and to be understood. But in the clear limbo Between lacking and blazing light where no such
Is, I cannot bridge the gap.
Growing up like a slender plant with no buds,
Never understanding the will to bloom outward,
Never understanding what it means to have a portion
Of sense ripped away. There is only a hole
That is not a hole. It is only a space
To be filled with words
That cannot make me lose something
I do not have.
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