i moved how the land moved low light over burnt slopes a single trunk split open but still standing

the ocean didn’t ask for me but it didn’t leave the train curved and my breath caught up

my chest found space the seat held my weight the hum matched the rhythm i didn’t know i was waiting for

i followed what stayed what didn’t flinch what made room without asking me to fold

ease came in through the ribs like memory like a name i used to know

not escape not softness just the truth of a body finally unbraced

i met myself in the quiet before the next turn

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