silence

cold
not enough to see the breath
but enough to chill the toes
under slippers
red velvet
with leopard print
on the inside
i think
i am
enough
to live
in the cold
of the out doors
without
the fur
of my past
i think
i can
roam
with brambles
in my hair
find shelter
in the caves
of what was once
a place
of shelter
consider
the cavern
between
generations
of people
who used
to roam
the countryside
with some sense
of belonging to it

i am lost
in this modern
technocasm
of interconnected
loneliness
writing
virtual words
that live
only
on screen
accessible
through
the touch
of keypad

silence

reverberating
in
something
alone
coming
along
in this
cold
dark
night

stillness

bringing the mind to stillness
the body to still rest
the quiet
of calamity
not crashing
around
in this wind
i am just
what there is
to be
here
in the now
of this
just
just
and it is
still

for all the alchemy of form...

for all the
alchemy of
form

i find my way

through the space
of piles cleaned
up, shuffled,
rearranged,
i move the
energy that
lets you
surface

for this
moment
of stillness
still in this
presence
silent
i drop into you

and we
are together
again
for the
first time.

i want and then...

i want
and then
stop wanting
have
and then
stop having
speak
and then
stop speaking
give
and then
stop giving

in the presence
of witness
i be here

seen or heard
felt or imagined

i be here now
being


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