unburdening
before I lay
this head to rest
the day must ebb
and my consciousness
flow clear
this head to rest
the day must ebb
and my consciousness
flow clear
Skimming the perfect surface of the inner lake, I turn from observer to inscriber, to the ripples. It’s all in there, all of it. The waiting, the latent heat of recognition and the inevitable cooling in understanding. Everything in between, rising up, settling, dissolving
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