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A wingtip.

Feathered air

muses over skin.

Come and gone,

he alters by fractions.

Cheek and shoulder

shocked and forgotten.

His shadow dims

the trees.

Day or night now

by the windowsill.

Indecisions where

you come to yourself

into dawn or twilight.

What is difference?

Death of the old self

of illusion and desire,

birth of the new self

of illusion and desire.

Soon you will know

whether the brink

widens or narrows,

the light swells or dies.

Watch. Wait.

Do not swerve

or stop. Do not

sleep.