Innertia

And today

I dress my body green. 

Spread myself horizontal, between poles. Drawing in and in and in.

re-cover-ing

as an act of letting go

to carry nothing

and drink the flat silence into my toes. 

I tell you no. 

Fire (no longer spreading)

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