17 December, 2021

Not Inept



I reside in the space between 
adjusting and nomadic 

Existing within liminality
laced with transcendence 

Floating above consciousness 
yet close enough to form shadows

Each waking day I worry, 
my eyes will shut close 

Unknowing of my place in the world
loosened grip on the pen 

Enclosed and enveloped 
in wrath, at the sake of my ept. 

- a2