There is a small place
In space and time
When despite myself I find myself
Able to take in the
View
Where I don't matter,
Nor do the things that do
Or don't
Take precedence in my mind
Because all there is
Is the moment,
Beautiful,
True,
And that reminds me why I breathe
In and out
Each day
Despite myself
And seek more
Than what I've resolved
To be the so-called morbid case.
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