Somehow proceeding
malleably out
of sight
of that tight brittle
little
cage of fear which
had
preceded and
impeded it,
a soft
entanglement
emerges easily now
into
comfort. Stark form
gives
way to something
warmer,
darker, undulating
into,
under and
around itself:
a former ‘you’ slips
incrementally
from its
containments to
succumb
to the conditions
of what
has become a
latter ‘you,’
the folderol
and subtle
business of
existence
that you are. Its
gentle
charms enrapture
–
enwrap you in
its arms.
.
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