Slip time from your wrist.
Feel the pulse of the day become your heartbeat.
Curl into the nutshell of this moment.
Float on a sea-glass sky.
Breathe July’s green sweat.
Bathe your eyes in shadows.
Grow deaf to the thrumming of bees.
Watch a breeze stir ripples in your nether-mind.
Wait
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