When I Stopped

When I Stopped the familiar crest of clean cold air draws gently in and the unlocked open stillness flowing out poison and cure in harmony so much for thinking nothing else surrounds us now the wishing void collapsed the shore of a lake opens with evening relapsed into night all illusion merges into gray down and down till even the water's edge gone into that fertile ignorance headfirst fragile beneath this brittle skin burning always not knowing the sacred promise without substance has begun