2011-02-02

I am

I am not moved,
I cannot feel my legs.
I have no space, except the space
I occupy.
I fill a vacuum.
I search for - something -
I look inwards,
I look into a mirror.
I know nothing except what
I feel inside, and
I wonder,
Is this what it feels like, living in myself?

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