what was fundamental to our understanding?
the billowing of our sails
the silent coalescing of clouds
reforming and refraiming questions
into the glossy shallows
a rambunctious train stilled
into a tempered lone animal
I am silent
and stilled
till every thought
in time and space
could be fully materialized
and realized
into a dropful of honey
dropping onto my taste buds
I am stilled
by the quivering creation itself
and the sky
which was in itself an oilpainting
on fire
within me

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