Fish.

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Silence, stillness, a sense of being
no one, but everyone at once.
Sitting in the door.

Looking for something that can’t be seen--
not looking with effort.
Tension building up.
Tension subsiding.

I open my eyes,
and everything is seen.
All anxiety gone.
All joints frozen.





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