vigil
I need someone
to watch over
me
for if I close my eyes
the world might stop
to watch over
me
for if I close my eyes
the world might stop
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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