Praise the moment

I know Nothing has hold of me,

and in its dark,

every love under a milkweed

or standing on a high plain,

it doesn’t matter, Nothing wants

only the joy of having

the world in my palm–

your undercurrent –fish

with my body, swimming to moment-less

spark of second-babies.

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