into the container again
that I love and hate
I dive in and I resist
you seem to join me
for a while
who leaves first?
I see the edges around and beyond
traversing time and self doubt
remembering the truths
dissolved
and reformed
in agony and wholeness
the delight of dying with abandon
until the real and the rote
battle for the crown
precipitation forms
for a while
like a silver morning mist bowing to the yellow sun
shallow memory and long echo
hold and stir
the alembic uncompromising
in fierce love's wisdom
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