The Bottom of This

You are 

fast near 

the bottom of this. 

Near the bottom.

Where the essences blister
before revelation.

Where you rise
where you settle
before you have risen. 

Fast near the bottom.

Where the breathing seems
to rest for a moment
and begins again
and stains the mirror
and rests
for a moment.

Is this
the silence

the face of
white friends?

The breathing stops.

And starts for a moment.

Under the intricate sounds that stop
for a moment.

Under inaudible breath
that stops
for a moment.

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