the seams concern me
I look for the seams though I know finding them will destroy me
there are no doors
only curtains and insinuations of portals.
do I dare map home,
do I dare map my dreams?
every object I turn
objects which constitute this universe
the blocks
Today she shows herself in a context of reality
this is what I long for but
something is breaking
as Kitchen exhales after cooking and cleaning
/plsm
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