The storm wines around the house corners
sputters in the trees
slammering the damper
wines in the smoke channels.
the step I took is behind me
the step I must take is in front of me
boiling in the depth in between
things that didn’t find the expressions
looking for opportunities
in the fine crack
between then and soon
gold glittering chances billow
yet formless
in the eternal source
the storm forcing me to wait
nothing I can do
except sinking down
in the crack
feel
the flowing and ripping
at all I tried to keep still
Let go
Let go
now it’s gone
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