I have lost my edge and now I am infinite but sometimes specks of doubt blow into the emptiness vast with beliefs that need assuaging to grow like a bubble join other bubbles to pop like a bubble what is a bubble? what makes it beautiful? the iridescent light flickering on the surface I dream of lying in a field of tall grass that grazes my cheeks like kind sheep and solid ground feels like ocean there are no rivers but water seeps from the ground like the unconscious












