rainy, humid,
damp and dark,
breathing through wet rags.
a momentary cool breeze
cutting through,
a serated knife,
then
there’s just the wet heat
again
breathing stillness.
surrounded by people,
feeling separate from it all,
unworthy or too worthy,
no difference as
the Me-Dance whirls,
spinning godless and empty,
tossing life and limb and heart,
I am open to nothing
and then it comes again
that breeze,
a knife blade,
searching for a soft spot
my lungs expand to fill
with cool blue love.
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