#4 Magic – Totality, world and everything
as they never add up to the whole.
The whole is another, where there are dead
porcupines and radiating threads of broken
conversation. I watch my words from a distant
world of magic, they create another. My bleeding
elbow, the myth of family, I think I have lost
my sword. I envy my mirror which I felt had
more than life, ended up powerless confronting
multiple truths and misplaced every
notion of living.
My body, my whole is very unsure
of my room.
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