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Savasana

Let the rude earth warm me
Let me peace shake,
Let my  time here spend
Centimeters above.

I can hear pulses,
Below jaw, above voice,
Behind knees to feet that speak
To the ground, for fear

of troubling the hands with the full weight of the sky.

How old am I? My age is…

A leap of time
Between Death and
Knowing;  

Curving
Round my soul,
It streaks out to the
Stars, becoming light,

It fuels
Me on or in or
Back or round,  

Depending
On how I look at it or
Listen in.