It’s a heavy emptiness
and a yearning to move freely
inside something green,
warm, softly attentive
with no need for reason
and no holding onto pain,
where decay is embraced
for the beginnings that lay wait
in a oneness we can’t imagine
but feel the edges just the same.

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