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He, with speed, once descended
beyond reach of the voices echoing his name
~
He fell into a charnel river, its current carrying
him out to sea where, becalmed or turbulent,
He could find no sleep, no relief.
~
Assuming the contours of nebulous complexity
In despair he sank deeper into this watery world
which loosened the skin that bound him to lost memory
~
Sleek and facile now, he glided with a grace that was genuine
belying the anchor that weighted his heart
Until drawn by a patient star he swam in the shallows
where one day he was tempted ashore.
Too long untouched by sleep he emerged on dry land
with a prayer on his lips anointing the sand with his tears and sorrow.
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Blessed by engagement with sadness he listened
his heart beat in cadence
with an emergent compassion
his prayer now in sync with the blighted terrain
he began to feel this sorrow was shared
Perhaps much the same
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With a mind accustomed to formulating events and endings
Closer and closer he circled towards this endless wellspring
his newly trusting heart cycling up and down the mountain
of tension creating momentum between these opposites
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Holding his own
between speed and a still point of being
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Art: Alice Wellinger
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