Skin. Before that, outside of that: house › town › atmosphere ›
sky/skin emptied and lit up from inside.
Aiming in, skin › womb › amniotic sac ›
inmost, the dividing baby.
I am predicted to have one by my insides.
Inmost, awaiting. There we go.
Inmost, a bit of foam.
Inmost grew me out to hold it.
Ah, fuck. Inmost came out.
Inmost the name of a boat on the Thames,
the docking position of a boat on the Thames.
I saw the mailbox 'Inmost.' Sent the letter.
Formally – I thought not of it. From inside I had
the baby, nothing formal about it. I didn't structure it.
From outside I had the baby and was stunned
to find it outermost, most obvious among things boundaried.

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