Before there was urgency, there was the silence, and before that, the hum. I never knew what called to me, and now I still do not know: The empty heart full of snow; a mountain of ash; skies looking up to see cities. Here again is the dream. I have opened myself to all the things that frighten me, the death of this body, the opening of this mind, there is nothing here: a fallen leaf against my head. Answers, at last, answers and not questions leave me empty – a universe swallowing itself to safe face – a star needing to but refusing to explode.
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