• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 08
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In nowhere

Time is a green room,
speaking astronomically.
Darkness is enclosing around
your ribcage like a vice telling
you to wait in the dank
smell of stillness.
I wonder if you're there.
Your breathing is like a bear
in the sullen jungle.
The vines are slipping through
my fingers, count my blessings
where you are living.