On the trail I can pick a point
Out in front of me,
I can study the ground,
See where my feet will come down,
Make split second adjustments
To avoid unintended complications.
All my obstacles are concrete and nameable.
It is the same with everyday life
If I care to open my eyes,
If I care to crack open my chest
And feel the blood pump.
If I turn myself inside out
And study all the little sparks
Flowing on the internal tributaries
I can see what mechanisms they cause to fire,
Make a record of all the tiny bodies
Strewn about, all the carnage
Littering my soul.
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