one more from jamie

                          It speaks.

I’m in your face.
Invading your space
Like liquid lace seeping through cracks in your unfathomable bubble

of unproven beliefs in a

                    protected world.

But from the holes in the fabric of the universe, it, with hope, comes and heralds.

Like instinct.
Feral.

It comes packaged in a box from nowhere.
From up there
From here and to and there.

It ain’t no god it ain’t no savior
It’s a hope come to watch your behavior

On

The matter.

It speaks.

A hope is it, I you am and we.

IT.

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