Our souls’ tendrils long
across narrative fragments
arbitrarily held up as one,
lacework traces to veil a chaos;
the folds, vaguely demarked
like sheers breathing into a room,
resonate a stillness like rain
within the day’s tectonic fractures:
sense abstracted into a reduction,
momentary and illusive like air.
(July 7, 2014)
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