an interior cartography
with no point to pin
unmarked, unsettled, undefined
stillness.
i want the word to mean something.
be still and know that i am the ancient ones say
is it willful--
this abstinence from movement...
or is it a burden on the naked soul
a weight left by another
in all its heaviness
in all its fullness
pressing in on the self
breaking a heart
until the fussing of breath ceases
until the body is pinned to something solid
does it force its way inside...
stillness.
a union
a finding
a cessation
a conclusion
an end.
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