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Sirius Gratitude


In the deep well

under the gravity of all that tumbles and floats

a helix spirals blindly

in the drawdown

through the cone of depression


She dwells at the bottom

drowning in the swirling centrifuge of debris

submerged in anechoic retreat



A liminal figure

she drifts toward bardo



Darkness takes an unexpected breath

daring her to open her eyes


There, under a sudden shaft of light

she rummages and catalogues

the grace of a life


And from the depths

against the downward current

under one flooding beam


lights her way

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