into.

a breath i grasp.stop.
a bend that curves
curls under into a whisper.stop.
blocks and feet mingle.stop.
beneath a rooting
fonder for its petals
i lie and wait.stop.
wandering in circles and still
gaining more ground
somehow.
a gentle sloping wave of
how we wonder stillness.stop.
a rain falls within and into a
deeper cavern of sorts where lush
velvety moss grows abundantly.
i fold into.


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