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Making Sense of Loose Change {Free Write}

10 Jun

Stress feels like audible frequency.

I sense it  stirring and rearranging

the pieces of a labyrinth puzzle.

I hurt for a hint of silent reprieve,

exhalation of twilight secrecy into dawn day, break–

creaking, cracking  I am an egg–on hot cement, scrambled.

I am a omelett who wishes to reverse osmosis

and return to my time as an egg.

Creativity, Imagination and Curiosity set me free.

So I seek and explore beyond the waters

drip-dropping off the edges

of my mind’s expanding, elastic frontier.

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