there is
a space between
where i wish to be
where i was
where i will be
and where i wander currently
and without the current
every moment
i am adjusting to the idea
that this emptiness between
those dots is not horrifying
but the very point of
them
and that the still waters
aren’t a death
but still birth again
*
i am sure
it was nothing
which is why
i am unsure
of everything
after
*
little happened
which turns out to
be too much today
*
little happened
which happens
too little
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