Unfiltered from the heart

twisting
turning
a deep churning
like a centrifuge
yet also seeking the silent refuge
of the center
screams held deep within
silently seeping out along the seams
where no vocal folds can hold their sounds
as dreams die –
sometimes hastily, sometimes slowly
most nearly every time
painfully

the still point
a place of silence
surrounded by arcs
that fall like violence
the dross
dripping
rippling outwardly
cutting through the noise
a torus in its motility

a new resilience is born
on the back of sweaty tears
as Atlas rises up again
through the exhalation of another breath
another silent scream from within

out of the silence
a new understanding is born
strength from weakness
the tower crumbles as the thunder rumbles
being open to the gauntlet of possibilities
fodder for new beginnings
the ending buds on new wood
& so the cycle of transformation
churns again (& again)

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