Falling Away
A moment settles, a stillness
barely echoing a soft rainfall
a bowel-mutter of a refrigerator
it slips out of anxiety’s claws
an empty suit
freeing us of misread promises
we are not ones addressed
ones said it was to offer ourselves to us
There is no offering, only sacrifice
of windows mistook for mirrors
of ways for means
There is no wind
yet a curious native stirring
plucks at imagined borders
A sea-broad stillness needing nothing
a delight that swallows all dreaming
falling away not into ‘before’ or ‘after’
but into its only-ness
a brief paralysis upon wakening, a serenity
come of beginnings’ and ends’ self-swallowing
The Dog Star 
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