The only way to be whole is to be broken
Heidegger’s hammered it into me
But I knew it already
I am, only when I am not, can you see me there
Slightly out of focus
To the left of daughter
To the left of poet
Of lover
Of friend
To be all I cant inhabit any fully
So you can only see me failing
Falling and broken
But illuminated by the truth of being
Late and early
But never on time
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