“we’ll know”

where she knows the cold
of stones, river-worn
and smooth, stacked
into towers. her head’ll
fill the empty spaces,
working around a meaning
she can touch – through
feeling its space, and where
it isn’t, she’ll find a thought
crystal-like and pure. then
she can struggle through
making her own stack
and come back weeks later
to see if its still standing.

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