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Knife Edge Moments

bySelena_Kitt©

rainy, humid,
damp and dark,
breathing through wet rags.
a momentary cool breeze
cutting through,
a serated knife,

then

there’s just the wet heat
again
breathing stillness.

surrounded by people,
feeling separate from it all,
unworthy or too worthy,
no difference as

the Me-Dance whirls,
spinning godless and empty,
tossing life and limb and heart,
I am open to nothing

and then it comes again

that breeze,
a knife blade,
searching for a soft spot

my lungs expand to fill
with cool blue love.

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