flat on my back
with the rich blueness ebbing in
out I roll
curled inward
with the scents of morn floating over
under I stretch
upright in motion
with the salts of work flowing
trickling, clinging
down I bend
in my flattened ebbing, curled floating,
uprighted flowing, trickling, clinging
bended i gently undulate with the waves of my internal workings
in a wrestling of unacceptance
outside of my touch, my sway
I hunt the splintering horizon of tomorrows
building on forward rocky steps
hindered by yesterday's tethers
or balanced
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