don't run, walk — don't walk, stop — stand motionless where you are — where are you? — no, dispense with the maps & compasses & lexicons — speak no name, see: the glowing slant of late sunlight against skin & skyline & shadow interposed between — hear the concrete roar & buzz — hear beneath that a slower pulse, slower — no, slower still, the diastole & systole of soil, of mountain & moss — all the forgotten rituals of dying & birth — feel the warm air, ruachhovering, surrounding & entering your animal body, gravity's tactile desire tugging at your blood — lower the eyelids, unweave the grammar that binds I to window, to aspen, to cloud, to riverflow, to memory drifting, drifting off, dispersed to dream & further past the horizon of deepest sleep, past all unknowing, to the break of day the slumbering earth stirred awake to breathe her first breath, beginning

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