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*twisted argent drops clinging to a wet ringing of bells singing,
— except that this minimal, delicate noise is amplified beyond sound;
I imagine the clear sound of water drops falling into a otherwise silent pool
I blossomed from the dark, reaching out for strips of blue moonlight,
twisting around my body, divining a path down to the water.
*I tremble, I tremble all over, I weigh, I swing,
Each swing is a leap and each leap is a puncture of time,
pushing forward pushing back, accelerating a moment
*... a pause.