So

So
I’m lying on my bed

naked.

I’ve just run through snow
as some
pseudo romantic exercise.

It was a shameless
promotion
of my absence
of self

-my own exercise
in separation.

Less rising above,
more stepping outside.

I get cramp
down all three of my sides

I’ve never felt less zen.

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