In Which, No One Knows the Truth of the Future
When I finally rise after anxious dreaming,
The stiffness has invaded my limbs.
My heart beats with quick uncertainty
And my breath catches in my throat.
Chest constricted, air unable to find its way down, in,
I am unsure what to do.
My arms drag, but my fingers spring on the keyboard.
Wrists bend, crack, and pop when I twist them.
I want to see myself as a three-dimensional creature,
Whole not just a collection of varied pieces.
Put myself into this body.
Keep myself inside this body.
Stay and see what happens.
Do not flee and run from predictions.
I cannot imagine what can happen next.
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