sense of balance
slowly restored
while dealing with heartache
.
mind babbling, lungs in persuasion
of hiccup
.
battle lines drawn
then kicked over with sand
.
it’s silly to fight
for one iota longer
.
we’re lost in lethargy
given over to techno gadgets
and googly eyes
.
when the sacred rhythm
should be found
in particulates
of earth and water
.
my woes drown in excess
subtract the residual value
and find me bathing
in zero-point graduation

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