It’s solid; something to lean against,
a respite from the mechanical whoosh across my back.
It turns the corner; real, meaning, justice, away from the parade, something like,
It’s not in the reasoning part on the spongy surface, or further down to the calcified intellect, or even deeper to the wet-walled soul, but further.
It doesn’t look at me like, why.
Like I don’t know, how could I.
It shows up.
It clarifies and clarifies:
You can always change your frame of mind.
“We stopped looking for monsters under our bed when we realized that they were inside us.” —Charles Darwin
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A little levity~