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I am the great nothing

hiding from not-

hiding, just not even

not anything

is there a difference between

on purpose and

just as it seems?

What want wants me

divided by countertop

to perform a bakery

and produce whole food

from will alone, make it

appear before your eyes,

come into familiar view
as you build the same

self every time you come

through that door and I

appear somewhere in

the field and come to you

in the same different way

you and I both expect

annihilating one another

into being here now,

a doomed paper cup

further along the line

of our lives?

                   Certain

cells divide, some die

in our time within us

spiced through with

resined flavors that linger

even as you divide

from me again when

we wobble softly into

serious separation.

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