you slip in and out of your skin
you go through the protuberances of time
you accord actions to meaning, words to actions, words to meaning
you accord nothing
you get an acid reflux reaction
you feel your gut coil and recoil, your windpipe choked
you feel like your heart and innards are a stampede of buffalos
you feel sick in the toes
you wish and wonder
you play the game, nevertheless
you take risks
you are not sure about plunging headfirst anymore these days
you still do
you shall remain outwardly
you shall pervade
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Great.
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