I am partial, unfinished
a figment of limited imagination,
always a wanting, never whole
this knowing nudges, draws me out
I lodge in their stories, beyond
the space between now and then
They are sojourners too, and
we're more than ourselves, always
something more, never whole.
a figment of limited imagination,
always a wanting, never whole
this knowing nudges, draws me out
I lodge in their stories, beyond
the space between now and then
They are sojourners too, and
we're more than ourselves, always
something more, never whole.
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