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My Natural Rhythm

Making sense of a busy mind

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My natural rhythm is some sort of waltz but
It ebbs and it flows and it spins to a halt
— Hits
A wall
Hurts
Its head
Tends
Its wounds and
Finds itself again, anew
With in-breath and out-breath
And joy in the one-two-three
Rolling and rolling in thought loops, emotions, sensations
Chaotic pentameter’s what I would call it
If I…