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.