Putting brakes on my wheels. Slowing down humming to a silent nodding chant. Using periods instead of commas. Holding speech. Whispering. Closing eyes. Meditating on alphabet of YAH, yud hay--only. One-ly. Clearing throat. But not speaking. Drumming slower, beating steady, rhythmical. Pound pound pound. Drum starts to stop. Stopping anger. Slowing anger. Forgiving. Wanting love. Needing a smile. Blinking, turning up corners of mouth shyly. Slowly. Not competing. Wanting solace. Finding a place--a sanctuary on my white pure page. Lights softened. Under a curtain, soft yellow light. Evening. Peace. Finally.
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