578. The Turning

If you’ll only wait there,

only singe the comfort of cotton and blankets,
That have wrapped around you like a bubble,


like you have been packaged up,
Fragile, brittle, destroyed in the moving,


Safe in a maiche’ cocoon still,


Still but unraveling,


Still.

Good T’s.

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