At the Center

At the center
there is a white stone pit
with broken glass
and smokeless flames
licking into the evening sky
as dusk reaches its end
transitioning into night
so too
do we slide with it
talking
nodding our heads
laughing
impervious to an outside world
filled with pressures
pushing down
up and from the sides.
No, they don’t seem a bother
they don’t even seem a thought at all.

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