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After illusion

After illusion clears, after its feral lure tames.

After exposed heights and enclosed depths shift,

what you feel is the body finally calm under moon

waiting to be known –

How adept you’ve become in your own

yourself, adjusted to what’s come to fit, shaped

to your thirst.  While maintaining discrete distances at times

no longer a wall.  After rote turns to puzzle to grin.  Into small

spheres of exploration together, supplemented by ease.  Now most

at home our own style.  Singular and plural.

What love reaps –

Karen Neuberg