Spaces, places, and unspoken definitions

What are you?

I mean

The slurred stars gathered at the horizon

Or the papers shuttered closed, 

Between window seal and gray doors

Hidden waterfalls, a delicate surprise

Balanced on top of memory;

Words and thoughts, 

Being and unbeing

Split here and there,

With nowhere to go;

Am I the words you hear,

The sights you speak,

Am I as much you 

As you are I?

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