#pressence

The house’s silence

echoes the darkness outside.

A wind chime rings once.

What is here is there

only when it is here now--

the pen on the page

One water drop falls--

ignore the expanding edge,

hold to the center.

the wild

and the often

as its own key

and bother as the feeling

and sooner

the mild

and the mid

as its own chance

and cause

as its own lights

and affair

as its own to bare

and channel

as its own learning

the going

and well as the rush

the corner

as the keeping

as the bubble

and being

as the nerve of it all

and caught and dealt

through as its own

said as the occur

and felt as its own moon

as the arrival

and lock

as the notes

as the telling

gotten as its own flush

and all of the well

and sparkle

as its own charm

and whom

as the new

as its the display

as the order

and fancy

and seeking

as the depth

and all of the common

and whom

the run

as the last

mere as the pressure

toward

as its own leap

as its own secrets

as when it was the rush

as its own ocean

truth

as its own keeping

as its own

and purpose

as the whole

learning

as the sides

from the corner

into the beast

as its own belly

from its own mist

and caught

as the only

from themes

as its own curious

as its own dollar

as the said

as its own held