the first mechanism
to go
is the
ability to regulate anxiety
caught in
the midst
of such a
rich kick
a
transparency deficiency
I marinated
in myself
a minute
longer than usual
I tripped on
all my shed pieces
circling
back not to retrieve them
just to see
them again or something
like old
friends
daydreamed
from bed
of a river
delta
every source
this side of the mountains
meeting the
sea in one place
that’s what
I need
the words I was
saying
became a
slow dull trickle
my mind a
whirl
no mouth could
funnel
somewhere
there are things that happen
so regularly
we cease to doubt them
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