sphere

words cannot reach for where I am
I am alone with how I feel
guessing beyond the ways I came
unsure how to decide what's real
 
losing but showing
writing without knowing
 
I came to places far from thoughts
stretching out – reaching for sense
constructed by falling apart
I stay lost with empty hands
 
fitting and flowing
drifting without going
 
strange interruptions open doors
raising visions of a sketch
traces of another sphere – ignored
leaving structures through that match
 
somehow mindblowing
lifting what keeps growing
 
I am elsewhere – another one
states of mind – prerealized
constituted by same ways – ungone
before I opened up changed eyes