How many times
Have I lied here
Eyes closed, completely immobile
Except for that single shifting foot
Dancing to an urgent rhythm of its own
That slowly starts spreading to the leg
As the rhythm quickens
And the tension grows
How can I contain such an immeasurable cosmos inside
And not express it at any given time
Being a tapping foot,
Ten bitten nails
Or a thousand thoughts storming through my brain
Healing isn’t a linear stream
It’s a devastating space storm.
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