fragment 9.12
almost weightless
in the cold deep
light pierces stillness
only a heart
beating.
calm
suspended here it is almost as if
you. never. existed.
almost as if
my name had never been spoken
by the viper's tongue--
you could never have known
the weight of stones I carried
(and cherished), each one
sinking,
silent
to the depth of this spring
that will never cease
to love
