Giving thanks?

My chest burns rapid thoughts.
My eyes squint, forehead ponder.
My breathing deepens slowly.

I quietly groan.

A brief second I encounter, every occurring waking moment.

I pause. I sit in silence.
I quietly groan.

The holiday rush of people in fallen leaves, and moments -  seem like flashbacks on bare back. The leaves are falling pictures . . .

I pause and quietly groan.

I wonder what it feels like, to have this cheerful glow - the fallen snow is soon behind - the season I remember most. The season is what changed me - my hand draws quick away - I can only stay a little while - watch midnight turn to day.

I pause and sit in silence. I conjure up the some words - cleaver if I may, together giving thanks - I happen to pull away. My eyes are burning now from media picking my brain . . .

I pause and sit in silence, quietly groan, breathing 'space.'

I wait to hear my soul. I thank the quiet murmur - I applaud and give myself a pinch if wide awake.

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