Been busy as a beaver on medical leave ~
Getting things checked out, within me. Scans and probes, what's going on inside ~ Some bug or the kind to bonify. Seeking and jerking, so much change ~ Seems everyone something, physically strange. These times are wild, planet shift ~ Breaking up and burning in a cracking rift. Swing, sway, bend and bounce ~ accept what occurs, whatever amount. Discover new rhythm this moment fits ~ Some bring relief while others hit. What once was stable, could count on ~ This concept now, mostly gone. Gotta be fluid, attune each new ~ Unencumbered idea will be changing soon.
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AuthorKeala Brent |