Eggshell Poem

Listen
cracking
fragile speaking
content strung
and cloaked to make sure
no foot prints are left.

Ember markings,
soot and soda;
clean each fixed
and
hazel-eyed
chimera
'til she stays
a nymph in wings.

How this takes us
down a heavy slot.

Instead, I suggest
a step into the deepest end.

How your hours roll,
how your unfolding radiates,
how your awareness both trails
and speeds ahead.

This is who and how and what.

Nothing that is not you.
All things that are me.

Who we are in ourselves,
is what we are together.

Soft land on the cushion
of the sultan's lair.

We have no need
to go or stay
or do or anything,
other than to be.  

So then, just be.

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