Details
Written by: Stephen Bailey
In Transit
 
 
I am
still welling up
within me
 
I am
without
object
 
I am
the all left out
of equations
 
I am
misting up behind
the I was
 
I am
a conjugal visit
of being
 
I am
the night sky without
a word
 
up to
my ears in
I am