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Caught in Diastole

Mist exhales the foothills—up and over saturates, dissipates

and lilacs and moist; twigs and pods strewn: this becoming under other

held in a gentle roll. Brontide in the lightening flash mimics

the cardiac cycle—here again, we caught in diastole

filling, filling, until our walls cave us, change our shape,

require we purge the hoard. The body knows forgiveness

in the senses: odorant molecules of rain carry

promises in the glomerulus; our eyes in dance. Jealous

sky gathers and gathers, dilation keeps us

longing for—elements imbibing until…elements in fall—breach.