when there is nothing left
when leaves scatter freely through my limbs
when the ground rolls back and forth
and bobs me out and out further
to a sky that frees and cripples
only then do I discover an inner underworld
I never thought possible

People knock bells into silence
And knock bells out of me.

The taste of things to come

works through the space of light,

gently presses the edge of calm,

of delight,

of healing,

until the everyness of stone,

the fullness of sea,

flows from our throats

and floods our hearts

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