To arrive
without knowing the shore.
To move without being called—
I have learned this too.
In water,
absence leaves its shape.
Not the light—
but the pull.
The ocean does not ask why.
When the moon is silent.

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COLD, RETURNING
—a climatology of the self

Cold as habit, not weather.
Restraint rehearsed until it feels like character.
Nothing melts. That’s the discipline.

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HABITUS
— the geometry of what remains ungiven

My favorite gift was learning how to remain standing
when nothing promised to stay.
The gift I never received was ease
the kind that does not require proof,
the kind that arrives and does not rehearse leaving.

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Old age — it’s not me
staring back from the mirror —
but youth past its best

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“Reflections”

She lies beside her own gaze, caught between reality and dream. The mirror doesn’t just reflect—it reveals. A quiet intimacy unfolds on warm wooden floors, where the body rests and the soul looks back.

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#FROZEN
'the silence that stayed'
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Paused, not cold—
a breath between
what I felt
and what I never said.

What I never said
and what I felt—
a breath between
not cold, paused.

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