all I have

all I have
is here:
this paper
this chair -

the room is rough
and cold
1 feel old
in this atmosphere

but the box
holds all my
words
words written far from here

live still -
thoughts flat, compressed
into form and world
revolve bright

and warm
invite me in
to race, to catch
their speed, join their

rush, prepare to
bend into their
pull of gravity
that brings me

in to
this paper
this chair -
rarified atmosphere

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