What circle
encircles self
And
contained within
all aspects

though I shadow
myself
with raiment forced outside
too

And then
what room
within the room of my
self
Do
elbows fly
and bruise with funny not bone

Like a tiny
mansion
all divided
or loosely seperated
with grand jambs
but
in any case
apportioned.

I have lost myself
in the hotel of myself
Looking out
or into rooms
to find myself.

Or, know the
edge
edges,
not always gentle

And between these two states,
or multiplicity
really
a multiplicity

I stand
a bit confused
and debate.