For a decade, I’ve been collapsing on asphalt, concrete and stone.
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Last year my life [as I thought I knew it] collapsed. Everything [I thought I wanted] dissolved. 

The flood, visited on you, builds the force of the maelstrom. 

Capsizing, spinning into uncertainty, gut-brain becomes the rudder. 
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All the dams ourcreature-beings craved / chattering of forgetfulness / now, liquidated.

Urgently leaning into the edge of my sole, here fear accumulates, 

A fake currency paid for by thinking life’s rhythm was knowable.
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Wandering in soggy carbon sinks where spiral time steeps the dark tannins

Spring of the mossybogland, ancient belly that multiplies breathes loves

Afterbirth woven in molecules of light Wet ~ Tendrils ~ TRUST
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What happens after collapse?
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We might be funambulists teetering into puddles

Somnambulists dancing the tempos of dream time