immerse (v).

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I am in the everything place
which is too close and too much
and all at once, like standing
too close to a painting, 
overwhelmed by this
tiny corner of blue.

I am in the tender place
where everything is soft and
temperamental, where the
walls are made of questions
and doubt, where the air
seems thick and soupy
like summer heat that
won't break, where the floor
is made of shifting sand.