Ghostly Absence of Identity

Underneath all these layers of memory within
and should becomes without
I have nothing left to even become me.

An exhausted ghost
within chemically and organically fertilized union,
a peeled boundary membrane
and relentlessly final pulp-piled onion water
of nothing but hands to wash
this scent of someone,
a thought
an enfolded smell-swell memory
of time as spatially dynamic and sustained life.

Peeled of all spatial dimension
to be left only with timelessly unbound time
as memory of a full-peeled union,
embryonic promise of a place to call original home,
identity of fragrant unpeeling light,
loving health regenerative,
co-empathic trust,
self-governing as unpeeled Other.


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