Knots

At day’s end

You coil into the quiet spaces,

Unnoticed

But felt;

Your corporeal absence

Now lives in the not-doing,

The not-feeling.

For days I have picked at the nots

To unravel the maybes

Entwined in the dread-locks

Which keep me fettered,

Tied to the spot;

Twisted and bound,

And yet

Undone.

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