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Not a Stasis, But

Not a stasis
but a weightless linger
while patiently waiting.
The staccato
of tapping nails
softens
as  my body
disappears,
or just suspended
in a drift
i call ghost
i feel as shadow
by sun's light
and barely there
by the moon...
the shadows, we all surrender:
draping over form,
falling over existence,
we drown in all water pools
lurking at their floor;
I am not still but I
am lowly and hushed
until we may become whole.

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