1-2-3-4-5

The vibrations are clear, cannot deny,

cannot believe… it stays on my lips

which are now turning pale.

Growing inside is also a chemical

that clabbers blood, bone, guts, flesh

into the periodic vibrations, set to a

frequency which has now become the only

understanding of a life that is living.

To shut it down would mean acknowledging

experience and time don’t go together,

would mean that splendid days

staring at the succulents was also

learning the pause between

two vibrations low and far between,

body barely outlined in vision.

***

A meadow like symbol of harmony,

I am walking towards that open space

with a tree stump to sit on and watch

a glass boat drown in the nearby river,

as i search for caverns that sense hollow bones–

entire time watching bodies scream for help and i practice

increasing the time between two vibrations, two breaths.

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