Being present feels like movement
Like an earthquake pulling in both directions at once
Like trying to scream into a plastic pillow
Screens as hamster wheels
Spinning still and spooling
Future yarn to unravel
Too tight to loosen the knot here
I must take a cold plunge for the soul
Only quiet still time can unleash
The Chinese Finger Trap between the ears
Sounds pull the ears toward them
And increase the pressure
I must soak them in
Cool cold silence
The slumped shoulder of solitude separate
The furrowed ears
Because when they're up high
They squeeze pressure
Into the neck
Hot air that can only be released by
Dragon Breath
I get to camp and
My skin becomes
Heavy wet rags
My heart a plumb bob
Pulled down by the dense liquid
Pressurized by modern society
Into concrete blocks
They make me feel trapped,
I want to run from
The grey
Until I see only
Green
Blue
and
Brown
Colors that trigger
A memory
Through my eyes and nose
An opposite charge that
Magnetically draws out the water
Like the leaves down a stream
Birds come to sing after the rain
Passes
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