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I'll Have Forgotten all my Power

I'm splaying myself out:

These sinewed bones'll have to wait
for comfort zones & feelings'f home.

I'm spreading myself thin and shoving my neck out
in hopes of heading towards-within.

This opening of doors will encourage movement towards my heart.

I'm horizontal on the outside deck – body soaking up foul weather,
lying, awaiting pain from deconstruction-by-meditation.

I'm splaying myself out:

Like an electrician, over a year, disarms a bomb.
He prepares his specimen atop a workbench –

Unable to reason where he went wrong. Unable to "pray-tell why we..."
Unable to re-engage due to underestimation.

If it takes a year to encourage movement towards my heart.

I plan to re-display.
I plan to re-engage.

I'm splaying myself out:

In the interest of learning what it's all about.
In order to know where these tendons belong –

Particles move, swapping places, one with another.
Fatty tissue and muscles are a walk in the park.

A simple nap with limbs strewn about, simplification –

a simple overexemplification of Minimalism.
A simple memory of life in the womb:

Before this hour's passed I'll have forgotten all my power.

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