not for me

this space is not for me
not for the skin that clothes me
nor for the hungry soul that sustains me

every leaf colorful fallen
from every thinning tree about me
could easily inhabit this empty space

the manifest destinies
of myriad multitudes could adorn
these walls like tinctured tapestries

each beating heart in Tunis
would crow in absolute abandon
at the enormity of this eager world

and yet were I to shrivel
coldly cowering in the narrowest
corner, still this space were not for me

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