Clock ticks and the red robin’s nest remains.
Anything can lead to everything
my memories are precious but unnecessary
my fantasies far more entertaining than reality.
The more I amuse myself the more content I become.
I draw deeper breaths to sync up my heart and lungs.
The moment my breath climaxes I connect with you.
Linked between physical and ephemeral
intertwining body and brain flesh and mind
opening to the natural world
sinking into the greater unconscious remove.
Clock chimes and the feathered nest cradles broken eggs.
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