Splitting cells

Pacing breathing watching

dust roll across the floor

Too many act surprised

at the depths of loneliness

Pushing numbers around

imagining world peace

Eating air and crumbs

imagining Thanksgiving

There’s nothing clearer

than a sky with no people

There’s nothing smaller

than a waterfall meditation

Sometimes we dress up

and play like there’s a tomorrow

Sometimes yesterday looks

and tastes like wax fruit

The best is we can do is

take a breath however we can

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