This is the base-V
the smallest space
to which you can
contract, constrict
the corner crouch
and wrap of arms
the stop and dearth of flow
this is the letting go

the tidal funnell where
all energies are rushed
and trapped
where ties are dropped
in-swimmed confusion
is forced back

before the stand
and breadth of arms
intaken space 
the outflow spew
perspective in reverse
wide-angled flow.
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