Chaos Wins: Propaganda for stillness

i leave {frenetic, worried, hesitant to detach}
and rush back
to see that nothing has changed.
{nothing, no one, anticlimax} awaits my rush.
i change myself
to fit
chaos
and so chaos grows,
winning
every time.

selah.

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Spelunking

I have found the light, my headlamp;
it shines from my eyes.
I am strapped into my harness, my body stalwart and strong;
and I am safely tethered by the breath
to today, to my power. Read More