The Presence of Absence

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Content Warning: brief reference to suicidal thoughts


Gauzy candescence

waxes through cream

sheers, bathing me in

whispers. Sleepers

murmur, rippling soft

golden air. Quiet unknits

my limbs. Even cellular

motion has at its heart

a balanced stillness.

I'd come loaded with

midnight's suicidal

ideation, hoping to rope

a weary listener. In the

absence, I found presence,

and attuned accordingly. 

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