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                                like a single tumbler
                                fallen down the middle
                                of the thoracic cage

                                I was never locked
                                as I had felt secure
                                it feels I am undone

                                and I cannot reach
                                deep enough down
                                in my throat to speak

                                maybe I should let
                                the space expand and
                                let the other tumblers






being & letting go wormhole: really old
emptiness wormhole: time proceeds
identity & space wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost