I have found
an emptiness
in the collection
of atoms I
call relation.
There is no
solid thing
by which I
can hold myself
against the wind
of life unless
I tell myelf
it is this
solid thing.
And
even though
if
there is a
shift and turn
it will hide
its meaning
and void in me
to hold,
to wonder and to guess.
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