Dull throbbing twilight. 					
I bit my tongue so
hard it bled.
A voice spoke:					
said she'll be in Europe, 					
unmerged.							
I will be in Europe.

Take
this moment alone
to hide behind the earth.

Pain as an open door,
forward motion encouraged.
Written word repeated today:
begin your _year_.    
Robed in fluid, and in hurt,					
obsequious dead 
anchored
In dusted pillars rise.
​
An object held motionless by the sun’s gaze.
A vital outpouring of stillness,				
as ninety degrees of intensifying steps
		                            cascade like waterfalls.