The nothing that is absolutely

the beginning of the descent

The Beginning of the Descent — photo composite by me

Feels like the 
beginning
of the 
descent. 

A hum of dullness. 

The nothing 
    that is

— absolutely —

some feeling, 
warm grey, 
fuzzy reverberating.

We meet again, my friend. 
All of this — transitory —
yet there is definition,
fixedness, a way of working with
energy. Structuring 
— that and this.

A pincushion.

The needle sliding 
through 
resisting particles.
       
       Difficult 
     
      to penetrate 
surface          tension,
        and then
         easing 
           in
            .

Slow, gentle, 
  violent sweetness. 
     Smooth, cool metal 
  warmed by flesh, resting
its head on plump red roundness.
As together as two things can be.
    Yet still — separate entities
              sharing space,
        displacing, 
for a moment,
        the illusion
                of solidity.

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