Tuesday, December 16, 2025

curl and stretch and hum

simple sense comes undone

fit two meanings into one gesture

prayer folds and holy salt

and we are wordless adepts

holding breath for hours

in seconds between sharp inhales

swimming in place like dancers

you trace it with your eyes

and recite it with your palms

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