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it’s like…

how should I describe it? it’s like

a single seed. almond shaped, delicate

fragile, in a tender way. floating easily

upon the unseen air. and if it had a mind

a sense of itself, it would be so

fucking

lost.

but it isn’t, y’know? because

the seed, it belongs. it is part

of the whole. even in this vast, spaceless

space of a space it floats along, finds

a place to settle

and calls it home. and calls the ground

familiar.

or the hollow echoes of a penny

once-spinning at the bottom

of a jar. if it had a mouth

it would say

do you remember me?

that day

that moment

when i was

alive.

to you.

some days are so light

that the wind carries them off

too swiftly. and you snatch in your fists

nothing but warm, spring air.