There is a movement
in the rigidest
of stillnesses.

be quiet,
eyes wide or closed
ears plugged or open
throat tight or soft
let body breathe
and notice
feel it,
taste it
relax your head around your brain
and fall, in love,
down to your heart. . .

and let whatever
magic combinations
of this life
are here and present
mingle as they will,

and age into
a lip licking experience elixir
of this priceless, perfect,
eternal, burning, cooling
wonder moment.

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