How scattered am I in thought
How blind am I with anticipation
How fortunate am I to command
That mouth bringing mountains to my door
The world around me recedes
The remainder so slick and pressing
How simple and real, the shape of it
That invasion filling my hungry void
Quaking tremors grasping
Seismic powers on my ocean floors
Causes forces to crash and quiver on
Those fingers tearing my world in two
Returning to the earth
My old self again, whole
Slippery with sweat and other
These sheets a soft comfort beneath me
January 15 – 19, 2025
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