Tangible intangible

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In the hollow of my hands
At the bottom of my heart
As close as my skin
And down to the core
In this moment of time
and this humbling space
Shrouded in vapor
like a wraith clothed in mist
A shadow of who I am
Like a ghost out of sequence
neither present nor past
Standing so near
But so very far away
Stepping out of a dream
Yet never falling asleep
never quite sure
what is expected of me
Holding on to the last ache and gathering all that is left
I wait in the rain
calling my spirit back
by its only true name

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