An office skylight in Bremen photo by A.B. Godfreed
How do I see myself?
Sometimes I don’t, for I am missing in-action at the edge of this life unlived of this story untold of this destiny unfated of this truth unveiled in all its naked fury as I’m so far from freedom so close to my own incarceration where my heart beats hard against a rib-cage that won’t let me go out into the world where I can see myself becoming more me than is necessary in everyday subsistence.
