i am very aware
of a feeling in my chest.
not sadness,
not madness,
not anger,
nor despair.
confusion - i think - has come to visit.
to take a rest.
to stay awhile and knock me off my pedestal of knowing what to do and where to go from here.
i visit with him a bit,
commune, take tea.
and rested, he moves along.
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