A trail emerges and merges
along sight lines grown dim
through twilight and memory.
Origins and destinations blur,
as we coalesce from a fog
into something we were not.
A blossom folds back to itself,
a brief fissure to revelation,
even as the petals wait to fall.
Silence waits, as well, in dark
abstractions too simple to pause
for the next word to be spoken.
We are there, neither before, nor after,
silent, unbroken, still, on a path.
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