silence beneath tinnitus
breath flows below sinus
slithers of light pierce the blinds as dawn wrestles dusk
in a room dimly lit,
i lay supine to the first day of creation.
unblemished before the lies, before violation,
air moves, sounds rise, light comes forth through the soil of stillness,
life begins – and there it ends, only to return without end.
the delicate dance I am.
what will be supplants that I see,
it is finished, it begins, it leaves and returns
it is whole if I can hold it.
i am that I am.
By K. Osei
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