Adrift in thought
The tangible elements of me
Skin
Minute hairs
Pulse
Lose their place
A table setting askew
Time to check down
Sift through the felt sense of reality
Balance this vessel
The warming sun strikes
A breeze waves through my mane
Chirping calls to my ears
Raw is the moment
Stinging with clarity
Opening salty eyes
I wipe away
Start anew with the seconds
Over and over
I must.
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