after falling

standing here

the moment
of falling
long behind me

it is worth
speaking of
the way it feels
to tuck against
the familiar

the desire
to remain
in an embrace

to persist
in the face
of imperfection

to marvel
at the journey

to see what
strange bends
we’ve taken

to know that
sameness is not
oneness

to cultivate
oneness
from difference.

to believe that
in all the small
incongruences
exist beautiful
possibilities

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