Laying restless in mud and dirt, in dark rot,
rooted, moving with the first threads of light

for a few days, essence was tasted

a longing to sprout again like spring
to rest in soft petals
to let time, space, and dreams cross-pollinate
and breed what is and what if

white cotton sheets shaken and tucked
again and again
dust spinning, spinning, spinning,
swirling behind dry eyelids,
blurring everything

first reminder: bloom takes root in the rot          (i.c.)

meanwhile, a dried-out river is filled with tears
once shared

here, only a tiny puddle is needed
small enough for a sparrow
to drink in a single sip

second reminder: reciprocity is resistance

as heavy snow melts, water sets in motion
the movement toward the entrance hall
strong, slow, soft
beats within me

third reminder: the rest is for now

as if a new past has arrived
and a million contradictions later
dust is shaken from the eyelids
so seeing can begin

you
us

the pendulum is swinging
love stays static 

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