everyone is made

of someone

who

my point is that

the shade

of anyone in

everyone the who

of them the them that

tarries

such that all that

is is suspect

particle decay

of no one

someone

everyone

to anyone

weightiest of elements

radiation of the who in all

*

maps like particles present

the non of nonexistence

let the mountains graze your fingers

and the river dry your hand

coordinate and

unity in flatness

shape that makes a world

my point is

linked to yours

a novel is a map where all roads lead

to ending

a poem

is a sketch

of lands picked clean

*

that

being said i

wonder

specifically

i

question

topically

i

wander

stochastically

seek

my point that

i is but a : colon grown

too long