Forgetting what the body requires to unremember, losing facets innumerable that keep life strident
Not balance but a recipe, self stirring, childhood the essential ingredient, ubiquitous
Fortunate to have a positive upbringing, taken for granted not by me
No broke bones no beltings good grades all sports great food decent clothes a nice home on acres close to town
Insomnia or simple patterns of late bring wakeful hours pre dawn, mind traffic open to dredgings random
Following mom's imminent death, months, weeks, a year away, toss and turn there's a pinecone under my thoracic
Dad, some museum peace all mum in his enclave, self curating his lack of sons
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