Contingent

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“No man is an island.” —John Donne

i wonder if    I    exists.
the world’s so full, entangled,
so where does    I    fit in
what is it I stretch this sheath of skin around
at what point does    I    accept belonging, or
at what edge leap off in ignorance and say, ..
I Am”
………………..which can only be true
……………….. in a vacuum, a nowhere
……………….. where nothing is
……………….. contingent

Jim Culleny
2/23/18