Overwhelmed and 
under nourished,
the soul saturates 
with someone else’s meaning.

Rest resists
the constant collision 
of worlds warped 
by screen shields and
anonymous armies.

We break without cracking. 

Pause —
to feel the sun slink into winter coats
to hear the birds banter
to see the smile
surfacing on a stranger’s face —
return it and 
exhale.

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