I have a face I cannot see, not entirely,

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it materializes into frames of existence, a continent moving over hot lava

in moments where I am bigger than my body.

In moments where I am bigger than my body.

In between. Entirely.

In moments where a stranger and I meet at an intersection

We look at each other and we both turn left, the sky 

Opens up and there I am, big as can be, oh 

The clouds enter my ears and I suck them into my lungs

Exhale. Freedom. 

“Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose”

Exhale. Freedom.

In between entirely,

free and freedom. Because my face is the world.

I am most myself in my car.

Backroads, cracked windows,

staring contests with the sky.