A Pocket of Air

There was a
hole in space that day,
a pocket that went on
endlessly into
degrees of latitude one
normally does not see,
a longitude incessantly
waking and
pining and underscoring the
presence of deity - the
awful reality of 
sink and drop, of
falling off the edge, of
knowledge into
space that is
dark and free - a
place one cannot
navigate or
traverse easily - it
took me in and
I lived through its
wastes to come here
and  sit
and  still be.
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