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there is something about looking at things up close.
shaking, choking...spinning, shivering in pericing cold of uncertain chaos. grabbing for an anchor. just stop the spinning, the lashing.
i shrink, i simplify. i stare at the embroidery of my bed spead, following each thread, the loops and melody- riding them. and i come back down. i calm for a stopped second. time stops when you are up close. and i can breathe when i am up close.
shaking, choking...spinning, shivering in pericing cold of uncertain chaos. grabbing for an anchor. just stop the spinning, the lashing.
i shrink, i simplify. i stare at the embroidery of my bed spead, following each thread, the loops and melody- riding them. and i come back down. i calm for a stopped second. time stops when you are up close. and i can breathe when i am up close.