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In the gentle stretch, the seconds tick and finally the knot loosens. Exhale, hold the pose. Pause. Breathe and go back. Now the other side, feel the knots, the seconds the loosening. Treat, re-treat.
A beginning, jumping to conclusions, jumping out of my skin,butterflies in my stomach where there was peace a moment ago. What gives? Random chemistry coursing through my body.
Is this really necessary, when life already carries intractable complexity, beauty and horror all in one, excess and paucity, why embellish reality? Temperature, days, expressions, acts and facts. All enough, I promise.
Snow blown in the wind, hard, biting, unforgiving. Rumbles in an unmeasurable distance. Vague lights blinking randomly in the blizzard. Empty gas tank.
I so miss the train stations in Europe, their predictability, individual character, the sense of hope with which they are associated in my memory. Stations are places that invite writing, where temporary anonymity and human companionship live together.
New word, new day, I was thinking, until it popped on my screen, suggesting endings and grief, the migraine crushing Baudelaire's skull, the opposite of what I keep hoping for.
Puffy eyed, bloated, achy, discouraged, burdened, uncertain, lost, overwhelmed, hurting--that is how rise today. What a day, hu?
Phoenix who shines triumphant from the clutches of death and the ashes of oblivion, soaring free of the unspeakable burdens of life.
Smell of leaven, fermenting yeast that brings life to the humble elements, patience as bubbles form and fibers stretch, bread in the making to be savored, shared, appreciated.
From the dead, on the horizon, early, from childbirth
Star, mother, god
All in one
But who?
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