proof of self

all the bounds of unbounded sea awash
with brine and froth and fish of constant jelly
— these are the boundaries of self

the recklessness of the emptiness between the stars
alive with light traipsing the invisibles curves
— this is the unbridled id that sings a truer self

the sting of touch reveals me
neither water nor the jellyfish floating
on the current  through the blessed abyss

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