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anaerobic

I found myself connecting to seasons

the changing of colors cascading

in ways that could never be understood

emotions swaying; purging ;saturating

suppressed truths seeping out of the flesh

battered layers and calloused fibers kissing as the chill collided with humidity

the shadows witness the days rolling into one another,

seasonal debris being moved by the wrecking winds -

as the dust presses deeper into the spiritual countenance

just as a shot of novocaine penetrates, numbing the soul, desensitizing the heart and paralyzing limbs

the clock moves, yet the mind stares into the nothingness

pale; grey

silent, frozen tornadoes overpower the core

the lips try to move, but suddenly forgotten

how to pray

the rain falls with the sun

removing all flowering petals

the moon and stars blend,

melting into

the darkened horizon

the silence is deafening

words don’t exist,

as all feelings are depleted

the crisp air is sweltering

the heated pavement blisters the feet

as eyes are stilled

awaiting the lungs to just remember...

how to breathe