It was this day all those moments ago that by chance it came in one great give, the meeting of morning rays and muscle fibers in some way that still makes me cringe at the vast tilt of it all with no singular epicenter to source from but binding double helices all electric and translated. she named me for the call of a woman's voice in the night drifting downhill to shake whiskerblack and padfooted on our front porch darting around the house to disappear into the dark. and I was there, curled into the day now, and listening to you listening to me the binding electric translation of heartbeats for the secret of this house you built, all windows and no doors. It was on this day all those moments ago that gravity had its way with me, that i stopped swimming and started drifting, that i understood the push and pull that is breathing life in this world.
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