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Here-ness

Here-ness is a fear that we all have,

Lopsided landmarks that placate

the restlessness.

Cross-legged now, with a deep laugh:

Incessant, infernal, infallible waves

Roll over me with their powerful craft.


Don’t fight this, she whispers.

It’s like this, he nods.


Life.

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