the beginning.

the Knowing gets underneath my skin & sticks
to the places I can’t wash off.

crusted yesterdays are deep beneath my nails,
blurring colors I can’t describe
& can’t recall.

beneath all this rests
clean-slate-sublime,
words I cannot find.

I sit
& let my shoulders settle down beneath my collarbones
for the first time.

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