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Sitting here on the precipice of transition once again

A harbinger of constant anxiety

dreading the accidents that could occur ten miles away

Too overridden with fear of the unknown, and worse yet, the uncontrollable

I scour this cranial hodgepodge

for placidity on the daily

Acquiring a taste from time to time

at predetermined destinations, predictable locations

doing what I can to get by

aspiring to appear as anything other than an outlier

even if perceived reality feels as anything but

So to experience a moment of spontaneous tranquility of self

is beyond valued

Ironically

the aftermath is daunting as can be

because even the judge within rules in favor of doubt

fully aware if i let my guard down for an instant

if I lose control of what I've meticulously assembled

from the scraps surrounding this hermit world..

I'll need to function without a safety net

until I ground at home again

Panic! at the cranial dome sets in

and the disco left months ago

'It's never too late'

bounces and echoes in this temple

reassuring

deep breath

or two

or forty-five

soon the notion of tomorrow presenting itself with opportunity

removes the mental forklift

planted firmly upon my back

and the nerves slowly dissipate

towards the hope of something cozier

something more rational than reasoning

something constructive once again

I've learned over years of self-discipline

THIS is the unadulterated toxin

this is the twisted vice

that warps the image of potential inner placidity

into wicked disguise

True mental health interjects

embodied from places noble

providing a gateway of relief

rerouting the septic valve's release

to the wastelands of yesterday's news