Do you see
the air thicken
in thought?
As she speaks,
the light refracts
through all
a shimmer,
like the moon
upon a black lake.
The words pull the world
tightly around us like skin,
ecstatic and vibrant.
Each soft chant:
a new iteration.
Each soft chant:
a way away.
Each soft chant:
her mind’s kiss.
(March 6, 2017)
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