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                                   the VERY THINGS

            that give me hope purpose vindication beauty these things also
                     let them go
            even the adrenalin the relief the satisfaction of the
            tidyorderedbooksontheshelf all of these
                     let them go

            at the weekend I don’t need to work
            I can shop eat have a coffee read maybe even write
            but I really need to sit to live this weekend

                     I sit to live
                     I breathe to live

            when I have meditated
            may my eyes push against the wires
            of the warp and weft of life
            and slice through like eggs





breathing wormhole: writing
eyes wormhole: C / playing on the floor / with bits of / material
talking to myself wormhole: you