The Physics Of Myself

The Physics Of Myself long poem

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the space within myself
the space of my flesh
that grows into the time
of my life

expanding it farther out
into the orbits going
in either round or elliptical circles
all of purely imaginative consistency

round other individual people
would be a contradiction in terms
because neither the space that
delineates my body

nor the time that counts my days
can belong to anybody else
in whom myself might in the least
in the very least be interested

from again a purely genetic perspective
that would be explicative enough
of the inexplicable and palpable
motions myself may even be

in the full rotations of
on the rather unconscious impulse
stemming out of the space that contours me
and the time that gradually annuls me

to be joined at the soul at the very center
with others just like myself who
would probably not find it as hard as
myself ever did to

pull at the rims of my body
and tug at the future of my life
with the express intention
to do away with anything that

in the end at the very least
on the very edge of things
is potentially likely to violate
the inviolability of the full and nowhere dropping mass of me.

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