when the decision made itself in me I was clouded with a sense of calm
returning
nourishing
nurturing the poetic
I fear I have feared it
what if the instability came from that
from the sporadic spontaneity
now
in this garden
stability surrounds me as the trees change daily
the light peeks through and everything feels different
the city is so noisy now
can we find the peace we need there?
do we need it, peace or stimulation
the white light calls me
will I find the black whole I felt in me
I am introducing blood
barely hidden under my ribs
my breath
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