Shaken

 

Shaken

 

In the airless between you hear it —

 

the earthquake

approaching

 

rumbling a visceral roar 

snatching all thoughts 

of time

and truth

 

a herald to the 

shaking

that you asked for, you’ll recall,

in one heedless moment 

of longing to be free

when courage felt more real, more

possible

 

than this 

swift 

thunder.

 

What if you stayed

this time

 

joining the 

rocked

into humming,

cracked open

within thrumming,

broken up 

into particle and

light —

 

to claim the oscillation

that vibrates within you, 

both shaken 

and shaker,

a matter

remade 

 

as a shattering gleams

its bright path across ripples —

all of it one brilliant

spiraling wave

 

winking, beckoning

pealing within,

released 

as your own

true

momentum.

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