god’s Current in drag

the Day she started to see life as less transactional than relational, the horizon shifted to a 45 degree angle and she slid into the first hints of autumn:

that place where brooks come back to life,
heat domes collapse into cold afternoon breezes,
leaves cover sidewalks,
and a cold gold carpet of light dusk-s everything in its wake

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the Way she saw life as less transactional than relational was recognition as opposed to new learning:

that trying to separate cause and effect into psychic debit and
credit columns made as much sense as only exhaling,
or buying just the front of shirts to save money,
or trying to step closer to yourself for a better look

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the Say she had after the recognition was an impossible marriage
of negligible and tectonic:
what is there to utter when you see that every opposing stream is just god's Current in drag?
but how can silence be left to reign as the infinite and the eternal crash into each other in some kind of imperfect perfection?

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the Day she started to see life as less transactional than relational, god
bookended "I don't know" between two sighs, dropped it in her heart,
and smiled.