Until

If I could

 Hold onto

 Any handle

          Any grasp

         Or cliff cleft

 Could I drift into

       Unbecoming

        Into white space

               White noise

          Until a single breath

               Of wind

             Is expelled

        And we are punished

        Until

       We flirt in between

               This liminal space

        Until

        We speed up

      This particle accelerator

       Until

      We find

       The life so divine

       Until

       I find

       All my non perishables

       stolen

    10 years ago

     Until

    We find a semblance

       Of the garden

    And the fountain

     overflowed

     Until

     My head is

   Anointed with perfume

    And oil

  Until

     My resolve

    Is unsolved  

  Until we emerge

   From the crucible

      Unscathed

       Without an odor

    or smell  

        

       

       

       

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