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I am intact

I repeat this like fact

Like law

Still – something tilts

When you appear inside a sentence

Not wanting

Not waiting

Something closer to being marked without consent

My body notices before I do

A flicker

A tightening

As if a wire had been brushed somewhere beneath the skin

You speak

And it is ordinary

So ordinary it unsettles me

Because nothing in you reaches

Yet something in me answers

I refuse it – a future

I deny it – a shape

Still – it lingers

Not asking

Not leaving

And I

I gather myself around it

Contained

Deliberate

Even this betrays me

And still

We remain only what we say

The End

And I

A chamber of salt and voltage, you flicker at the edge

Not absence, not presence, just a disturbance, in the surface of things

Your voice, a thin wire that fails to conduct

I have outgrown the need to translate you

See how I stand now

Unspooling light from my own marrow

No more orbit

No more leaning

Even the stars burn cleaner here

Without your gravity

Go

Become rumor

Become distance

Become nothing I must answer

I remain exact

Electric

Entirely my own

To be continued . .

I come here

Observe myself

From the inside

There’s a sea in there

Influenced by shooting stars

With enough spark

To resist your charm

In this reality

You become a bird

That speaks in maritime

To be continued . .

and still
light does not leave

it settles

low- under the skin

i move through rooms
as if carrying a second sun

hidden but insistent

everything touches it

water
glass
my own hands

and i feel it

something
that asks to be kept

even in absence

even in the long
unlit hours

you are not here

and still

something of you
circulates

not memory

something warmer
more exact

like heat
trapped in stone

after the day is gone

i try to name it

but language fails

it always fails

so i do not name it

i carry it

this quiet
this gold
this undoing

until my shadow

begins to burn in glow

To be continued . .

I was a quiet landscape before you

A single purposed bird

Illimitably moving

Towards – color

A consciousness

Where nothing is taken

Nothing is given

And still the earth opens

As if it cannot bear to remain one

I loved you here

Long after the sun withdrew its hand