Immaculate

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I climb my way out of this

landslide, 

one song at a time. My coffee spiked —

cardamom, ginger, clove.

Untethered, I float through my 

neighborhood 

lockstep with the young couple

ahead, past houses, shrines to love and

fidelity,

and all the most sacred things held

beyond reach. My two, obedient arms

grow longer

each day.

I return home to find my walls

crying,

and so, now, my bedroom must be transformed,

relentless machinery trained

to seek and destroy

anything 

that might dare hope to live 

within 

the in-between.

I push these pages 

deeper

into my lap and a little further away

than yesterday. Beneath the light, 

my nerves call out, 

teaching me about growth,

about regeneration. Only 1mm

a day, they say.

No more,

no less.

My body protests,

it rallies and reels to

come

back 

online.

I understand, 

I say,

understanding

least of all.

I close this verse and begin 

again. Anew.

My gaze and my two hands,

ever-steady. 

My energy,

immaculate.

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(above)
Autobiogenesis, Day 202
2019
Metalpoint Ground, Vine Charcoal (AZ)
4 x 4 in

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