a place between where i exist

i check my pulse i laugh i have
escaped again i felt and found

the way the jailers all forget
all the time and all the chains

and all the walls can wait for me
to wander back from my escape

in beauty where the tiny touches
pattern in the huge and hidden

place between where i exist
in living breathing poetry.

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