sickening

(the absolute certainty that I have none)

as far as I can go

this nagging feeling persists 

in time and space. Dimension

not to be resolute

but I notice somehow

I can't shake the feeling

I wasn't meant for this place

- all place and for all -

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experiences abound

pushing you further

to shape you into your least favorite taste

I can't shake it anyhow

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the knowing that 

for now

this is as good as it gets

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am I deserving? Complaining?

when tears have run out

and the eyes keep dry

- just stare at the abstract vision of what you might want - 

shall it not be a symptom

of a ill-placed communion

of time and place?

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