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  • Writer's pictureWellington Lambert

My well-fed fat face



Split

There is a space between what I am and who I think I am.

It is filled with magical thinking and dark stillness.

I live there.

Sometimes I fall into what I am, and I am blinded by unspeakable light.

A clarity that allows me to run without moving, free of the physical decorations within our material world.

I jump between these two worlds, a fool in both.

I cannot work the physical, I cannot find the I in what I am.

I am a ghost with no edges.


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