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The Moments Before

A terseness enters the lungs

as the once steady

in, out

of air ceases.

The distance between here and there

vibrates, shines-nearly-as the minute spaces


Twixt two halves lies

wild, uncanny suspension,

how is your mother doing?

and awe feels its way sweetly

through the chasm.

I’d rather stay in tonight

The space separating

guarded and loosened

periphery and vulnerability

two and one

hums with a question.

And, like fire to crinkling ashes,


no, I want you to stay


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