I am all
boundaries like a property map
and scaffolding of
scar tissue
and nets of
projected nerve--
an edifice, a public monument,
an institution of self.
My foundation is dug
deeper than I want to know,
fathoms in the earth,
My spire to be
is beyond the bounds of
atmosphere.
Yet here am I
a work in progress
sorting out the many ways
that I
am built.
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