I remind myself
The chaos of such moments
Brings change
The necessity of it
The inevitability of it
Bringing light
To darkness
Bringing purpose
To doubt
Bringing meaning
To listlessness
Not because I am so small
But because existence
Is very, very big
So I remind myself
I am not in the world
I am not of the world
I am the world
And it is me
And as it lies there
Like a cat on blanket
Napping in the afternoon sun
Coming through the window
Mother Nature soothes
Its hard, rigid body
With a massage of
Wind, rain and
Savage heat
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
Making space
For what comes next
Their loves and lives
All but lost to us
Except for edifices left behind
A story told in rock and refuse
And daytime dreams
Of my construction
I stop
Reconnoitre
Check the maps
Consider my options
Except for some times
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