• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 03
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I dream of corporeal.
Inside, I am contained. Between walls.
My bounds are given.
Outside, I seep away. Lost up to the sky.
I stoop in bus shelters to contain my limitlessness.
People try to touch.
I am not here, I hiss. They do not hear me.
You have got me all wrong.
I scream for how I know I am,
But all they see is this limiting form,
And hear the wisps of my voice
Curling out each and every way,
Diluted by this strange world.
I am not corporeal.