Coiled

My life, with other lives a world, with other ways of being a coiled nature, springs separate: I am personified, of being caught in that pressed confluence and proven look-substantial, yet strange to the familiar soul in fellowed course entwined. Acquaintance marks out un-acquaintance. Usage had bound of mystery. The continents of vision view a further which grows spatial from lying next, in dark increase of the gregarious light with which compacting sense embraces straggling all.