It was too gaping a hole
made in that life
all those changes at once
left a vacuum void sucking space
the world being what it is
detritus from falling spirits
swarmed in on wings of paper wasps
citified noise like engines of flight
there is no return to normal here
but a tear in the personal universe
long hard winds
finally there is only the space within
..
..
..
waiting for the triumph of vulnerability
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