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Grappling With Direction
I see
I saw
I am
Nothing
Just a speck
Think
Feel
Fear
Everything
As life surrounds
Was
Cut
Against
The grain
A rough resemblance
A stir of echoes
Lost things
On edge
Off piste
Grappling with direction
Who
What
Why
Identity not clear
Never has been
I saw
I am
Nothing
Just a speck
Think
Feel
Fear
Everything
As life surrounds
Was
Cut
Against
The grain
A rough resemblance
A stir of echoes
Lost things
On edge
Off piste
Grappling with direction
Who
What
Why
Identity not clear
Never has been
Published 22nd May 2020
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