INVISIBLE MOVEMENTS

I do not like the motion my mind makes
tossing and turning with the bold inertia
of a spinning coin. I long to live as still
as a man-made marina. As a scaffolded
cathedral, no one to hear its song. To be
that free, no known vernacular, rooted
without expectation. Sacred unmoving.
Have you ever yearned to be a fortress?
Unpolluted meadow, virgin dusting of
first snow. I am you, I am you, I am you.

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