I am interested in what is held in the body

When we have been unheld
When we have split from ourselves.
Subtle as a dew-kissed leaf
A muscle hardens.
A knuckle can freeze
We crystallise
Until one day no melting can come to ease.
But turning back to the hard light
The melting pain
That cure which no one wants
Because it hurts
We can lift our arms high
in the letting go.


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