How does it feel
in that moment before we take the full-length of our flesh?
Lie still and breathe.
There are no mistakes here.
Stillness of mind.
The universe is a shawl to wrap about the shoulders
By the river two ducks fly above the morning current.
On the opposite bank
two black dogs rousing the bushes.
The naked tree shadows scratch the ground, shifting through wind.
To own the space deep in the cell
When we’re giving ourselves that much space
principle shimmering intake.
The river begins.
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