I want to sit on stone. feel its cool roots twine
up my spine and hold me. gargoyle on a temple.
I want to let my eyes go soft: two
underbellies of fish, swimming.
I want to hear my breath, distant leaves,
soft touching of green and silver palms.
I want my silence to be a garden. full-bloom
with water lilies. voiceless throats open to the sky.
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