by anything less
than nothing.
Ever abundant
shape-shifting,
time-sifting
into the wind.
Baked like
brown leaves
in the sun
Stretched tautly,
as a web
between stems.
Tiny worlds
expand and collapse,
with or without
our sticky fingers.
Here I am,
as a distant vibration
between mountains
Learning to love
as one,
not to love
only one.
Accompanied to the end
of the rope,
only to find
it never was.
Days and days
of delusional illusions--
unconscious mysteries
unfold
without violence
or trust.
We are here
to unfold.
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