within body,
i seek distance
crowd the cage-
choking hazard comfort,
confines of contours
are womb, fluid imbued,
i crawl into
to imagine self unborn.
escape
i’d swap this
thought
for a little inward
space
to
invade-
to never find my
way back
into
human mind,
getting
lost–
at a loss
again.
hands in the garden 
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