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I need to meditate, turn all sounds off,

Dim the lights because I need to breathe

In and out until rhythm’s restored.

So soporific is this stance you see

For I’m more or less sedentary

Laboring further with each inhalation,

Curtaining off exhilaration

To escape the clamor and the clouds

That cloak me in humidity.

I apologize profusely

For unavailability,

But if you need me tomorrow please turn out the lights.

Just phase out the volume, don’t invite stress in.

I think I’ve learned now a painful lesson

That it’s not a mere choice to stop and breathe

But a message from God you must receive.