Present..
Slices of myself
find expression
in the rumble
of everyday noise
At times
To breathe
another breath
takes effort
of unknown proportions
Silence
to gather myself
is a commodity
that simply
does not exist
in any realm
Realisation
that movements
of this universe
are expressed
in the tiniest
particle of a cell
deep within my body
meandering on its path
always Here always Now...
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