posting this stuff is like … going down ladders on a cliff wall. you just keep going and don’t look at anything but your knuckles.
and so here goes more.
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In a rocking chair in dark
Like a lake at night, a lake
Silent and still, but filled
With more, maybe more than day.
Rub of living rolls through me
Light on water waves, in skin
Up from soles of touching feet
Split at legs, then rush back in
Fireflies swarm my heart and gut
Little blinks concur for blaze,
Diverge through arm, neck, arm, and out
Like hungry stars ride expanding space
Open windows carry hums
And charming clicks of tiny ones
Short lives! Of which a fraction’s peace!
But listen! Hear? They never cease.