One Deep Breath

then one more
slow
deliberate
sure
simple

so unlike my life
these days
shallow
haphazard
confused

a paradox of motion
spinning in place

why doesn’t the story change

this ink never dries
blurs more
with each breath

traces across a cluttered page
repeat
echo
copy
overlapping
slapped down in haste

faster now
recycled thoughts
crafted into a new re-creation
sigh

hyperventilating

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