All I’ve Ever Seen of Myself Culminates in My Hands

I tucked it behind the infinite
The touching of boredom
Don’t stand screaming with that in your arms
Cast it away
It would’ve only meant as much to you as any other grin
Unoccupied
Like an escalator in the dark
Ascending unseen
Try crossing your eyes
I can do it with pictures
The tabletop’s unsteady
A single pillar holds the room together
And divides it at the same time
All I’ve ever seen of myself culminates in my hands.

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