reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
dot
the prism
broke.
the seven
bled white.
ash sighs.
light dies.
be.
self-sown
vine braids vine.
the eye
is the forest
dreaming
it is lost.
kinetic grave
the clock
is a cemetery.
geometry
weeps.
there is no then.
only
the friction
of being.
sunrise
gold dawn, inner sun.
the sunrise dissolves the dark.
one light breathes in all.
the breath heist
the sky
is using
your throat
as a back door.
you aren't
the driver.
you're just
the engine's
heat.
reflection
not mine
this weight.
yesterday
pretending to be me.
reflection loosens it.
what falls
was never held.
silence stays.
i am learning the shape of loss
loss
is not
a border,
a horizon.
a clearing
where
the self
unfurls.
time
sand falls into white.
breath stops within the ticking.
time is the silence.
Step into
words at rest
poems kept soft. every line drawn in quiet.
writing for quiet minds.
the world
two doors, all quiet.
walk through whichever calls.
the archive
stillness archive
ten poems, once a month — kept from the quietest corners of instagram.
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I scattered my life far enough
to never…
Silvio Stifanelli@silviowrites
athanor
My body aches
toward you—…
erin riley@evolvinggroundart
Stillness...
have I ever known you,
or only…
laxwr_ites@laxwr_ites
Exhale
There was a time
I mistook…
Dima Ivx@luminal.wordscapes
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