my zen brain

i suffer

the burden

of a youthful

soul and old

bones. when

i get high

gravity pulls

me down.

i’m no longer

passionate of

a war

with my

peace of

mind. i

know the

quiet will

get loud,

then quiet

again, the

longer i sit

in one place.

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