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whole
pale moment
,rouged,
your LIFE dreams
of you holding
a square against
the sun.
looked back
onto the happening
of your mindbody
that breathing
instantly
took the light
from the porch
sleeping a
cat where
sitting
purrrs
indistinctly
under the
tiniest crush
of a breeze
--
A CHIME IS RINGING
--
and all stillness
waits to seize
the atom of your
hand in A square
against the sun
the collection of
its splitting into
thinnest sheets of
brilliance