This Place

I hand this over to you: this once simple place where now lines are blurred and colors coalesce.

I hand this over to you: this wanton expanse searching for the purity that possesses its peace.

I hand this over to you: though I am not sure what I hand in my hand since my feeling is faulty.

I hand this over to you: this that falters and fails though fairly fondled with forgiveness.

I hand this over to you: this place which I no longer want to hold helplessly on my own.

I hand this over to you: take it; possess it; hold it; and hand it back when it is whole.