but not like my head
which still twirls incessantly
distracted perpetually
impacted erratically
with a-Rhythmic anxiety
torturing me quietly
with songs of another
day dawning with dread
and a stomach that's churning
while dear Mother keeps turning
and this Candle is burning
and calling my Spirit
to stop, breathe and listen
to stillness and Peace
and the Grace to release
all the ways that i fear it
and struggle to hear it
and simply draw near it
and let Light align
my perspective maligned
by a-Rhythmic anxiety
self-inflicted propriety
re-center my Heartbeat
re-calibrate my Groove
re-empower my dead feet
to wake up and Move
(Let It Be.)
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