soles grip ground
back fills
air to dantien
avoidance avoidance.. light
open
beyond fantasies of glimpsed beauty
or regret of lost possibility
or bitterness of time passing - no child - no second heart, arms empty or holding what is not mine
by any but my own admission
which I lack
beyond, beyond.
there are patterns everywhere.
form, collapse, wave,
I have been made to this moment
what shall I write
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