I.: a poem
Poetry by an anonymous student poet

In this instant,
you feel an infinity
trapped inside your nerves
as everything-you-ever-were
(or ever-still-could-come-to-be)
starts shivering beneath your skin.
It shouts out from within, begging for
attention, reaching from behind your ribs
to beat I am, I am, I am, I am.
It demands the whole world
though you’re afraid that, in the end,
nothing you do will give it what it wants.
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