“[The sensate body possesses] an art of interrogating the sensible according to its own wishes, an inspired exegesis” (Merleau-Ponty, The Visible and the Invisible).

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one more day, closed ambiently…

one more day
closed ambiently
stagnantly
summer
covered over
fallen below
the sound of green stillness
smells a certain way
held on
gathered up
and sustained
as self
i hold health
but know not forever
waiting or denying
just holding
patience
for hope
and a feeling
ever-deepening
of conscience,
reconciliation,
and waiting
for an army of myself
outside
or a single beautiful bride
within or without.