livin’ a physical life
my mind is always tryin’
to find beauty in belongin’
comfort in cherishin’
every little thing
consolation in sickness
when I don’t want to eat
when all day looks wrong
comfortable in no sounds
or too many of them
in one place
I have to differentiate
between each of them
findin’ serene soothin’ sentiments
like in a salt mine I once visited
everythin’ was in place
even though it wasn’t
and that was all the beauty of it
obscured
underground
where your eyes
had to adjust
to the darkness spreadin’
like the tentacles
of an octopus
when we swim
in this brine –
salt-induced water –
the best medicine
for an imbalance
of all our inner insecurities
inscribed in our lives
with bitter icin’
on the cake
as if they were
innate
even though we were all born without them
*
September 2022
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