the art
I’m conjuring
creating
constructing
may
hurt
you
but
it is
not[hing]
for
about
[to] [do] with
you
where I am
you cannot be
where I stand
there is no room
where I go
you cannot come
what I know
you cannot know
the space in me you long ago preempted
to over-fill with you
and later
cut,
carved
and
hollowed out
I’ve begun filling and patching with
my Self
by myself
and my mortar is nearly set
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