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Intangible Existence (Unfolding)

Slowly; uncannily
I see it unfold
and then,
I see it give rise
to itself.

It hovers and spins,
It twirls, entwining
the space it inhabits.
Watching, it holds

To itself what it
knows, to a circle
lets go,
to meaning and you,
from the earth
to and fro.

Are we here,
do we know?
Tell me when I
reach you;
only then will I know
I exist.
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