I am collapse,
a grammar of falling,
where matter forgets extension.
My edge is not edge.
It is silence,
curved into secrecy.
Light laces me,
coils, dissolves,
its final utterance
a word receding.
No thing leaves.
Even time hesitates,
folding into my heart
as geometry ends.
I do not hunger;
I am the shape
hunger desires.
Poetry
These poems are moments pulled from the folds of everyday life, memory, myth and imagination. They are invitations to pause, to notice, and to enter the spaces between words.
One written each day.
Some days are a prick.
Some are a blessing.
Thorn and Benediction.
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Thorn and Benediction 
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