I’ve never been comfortable in stillness the aching awareness of one place with no motion you can feel everything the eeriness of it the yearning to move the ache where your body rests on the world just so. Just so still and while I lay still my mind would do loops as the world moved … Continue reading in stillness…
Tag: bad poetry
fallen
One after another we fall each in line with no cause but pressure the touch of the one before a line of dominoes the closer we are the faster we fall. But picking back up? That takes longer.
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