you know when
flesh splits wide.
a long time coming or
spontaneous revelation.
when nothing will ever
be the same again.
the muzzled bear breaks
ice, to stop you
just to brush against the current
treading history before and
this chance ahead,
life moving past.
you dip your hand
down deep into all you have
offerings and an apology
to eyes across,
or sitting beside you
all this long time
waiting, a smile, however small
or tears of thanksgiving.
not for you but with you.
a breath is not a sigh.
awake or being alive.
the difference only you know.
and too, the small rare moments
when we are both.
you just can't predict when
heavy cloaks no longer can
carry themselves, a tiny needle unsews
and honesty falls -
a crystal time, no bridge between
currents of every right word
to none at all.
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