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Its like coming up for air
These moments
When everything makes sense,
There are no ties,
There are no pressures,
It all just is
And we all just are.

There is more air these days
And I love to breathe
Listening to the mute clock
Drowning in a smile
Feeling blissfully ordinary
and vast as a sky

After that
It is all green lights
It is getting what was lost
It is invitation for breakfast
It is having an answer
before the question is asked
Remaining permeable
But with a Will.