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once the bum hits the seat
and the posture is settled
and the breathing is found
now where did I put it
and the hundred voices of a hundred
plots and appendices appear out of
the fog on a trail and have already stayed for
wasted hours beyond their welcome
there is no end to sitting down
into their texture and staining
and there is no end to sitting back
into the fog from which they came
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being & breathing & posture & sitting & voices wormhole: chrysalissing
distraction wormhole: meditation session
fog wormhole: backseat
