The night before, where I could feel the flesh hanging from my skeletal frame.
Animating presence, I
could not feel where I began and the body
ended. And so
I just crouched down low to listen and feel
to quiet the internal and divine that which I,
could sense, the rain
beating down into puddles
slapping and sublimating.
My breath withdrew with such control
emptying all air,
beyond a point I thought possible
to excuse the last vestiges of energy sequestered within my gut.
to sit with it.