my brain is muck.                                             i feel stuck.
old oatmeal left out to                                     my brain is hardened.
coagulate in stagnancy.                                    i try to cut through it with
i take a spoon and i                                          knowledge and art and
slice it. it does not slide                                    beauty and love.
easy, does not glide like                                    it does not feel how it
the fluidity and softness                                   should. i increase my exposure.
used to enable.                                                 i talk to my favorite. i feel nothing.
splash of tepid water and                                  i think of her now and feel
it slides off the umbrella,                                 nothing.
droplets dotting the trail.


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