It was raining, could you see?
Strained my eyes so hard, man.
Not a drop. My eyelids are heavy and dry
And droopy
I couldn’t see the rain. Maybe it stopped?
There was a breeze by the valley
I wasn’t there but I remember my footprint in its soil
If only I could unravel my heart’s turmoil, you’d know
And if you’d know, you’d tell me
Won’t you?
How to wake up and feel the new smell of a day
How to age
And act like it.
For now I will just sit and stare
My time lying empty and bare, but not free
Oh no, never.
I shift cities and lay still forever
Motionless. Emotionless.
Waiting for nothing,
Nothing gets better.
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mimimusing 
Kobi bolechen,
“Mindfulness the elusive doe
you turn into an object
shape-shifting at times
like the rolled out toothpaste tube
or rigid like an old table clock
No one uses them anyway
But you keep being
You stay awake
For there are new things coming
for you had felt things before
and they stick to you
like a motherless bullet
suspended inside
the cushion of your brain
capable of killing you but it doesn’t
and so you doubt whether
there really was a bullet
or was one of your hangovers
or one dignified brain-fart
and you wish it was a bullet
wishing you could know you died
just to be sure you didn’t imagine
at the cost of your sanity”
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