splintered. A long asystole,
a mid-breath arrest, and
a shock of nothingness - then
a dazzling moment of
syncopated truth.
I finally passed you by
and walked on without
turning, my glance
relaxing into other
lives, my rigor mortis
melting in the sun.
An inspiration
opening the lungs,
injecting the eye with
the trace of a clue,
shifted minutely
and inimitably
the birds, the trees, the sky.
All just mine, all new.
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