REACHING:

through the fenced 


the fenced edge beside 

her great-grandmother’s grave

letters floated in the sky

fathoming her idea of self 

where the quiet overpowered and the returning

stayed in a continuous, 

lightning state 

of hallow unknowings





where a sound becomes a place

the taste of air guides the movement 

the ticking of pulse

SATIATING TIME

where nothing finds speech in the touch of texture

stepping

into 

the placeness of change



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