this is
past the midnight hour
and am
I the only human
loitering on a
curve of grass wondering
how long life lasts
and how its force
transmutes to
glass and fragility -
how changed I am
I woke to a
day I did not
recognise and
now with these
old and new eyes
I cannot fathom
such a living
water as I
float and freeze. Here
there is
too much depth
for ease.
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