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My Island of Deconstruction
My Island of Deconstruction
A full deck,
derelict,
and not
a note
that doesn't
sound
in tune.
The engine
for
this wayward
machine
is a sublight
speed thinker
with a merkaba.
And,
every thought becomes a sense
of something still
a little more
connected.
So,
there are
those
who literally
weigh the reward.
I worked out,
stayed hydrated,
and totally
relaxed.
I'm a
mess.
A full deck,
derelict,
and not
a note
that doesn't
sound
in tune.
The engine
for
this wayward
machine
is a sublight
speed thinker
with a merkaba.
And,
every thought becomes a sense
of something still
a little more
connected.
So,
there are
those
who literally
weigh the reward.
I worked out,
stayed hydrated,
and totally
relaxed.
I'm a
mess.
Published 26th Jul 2022
Author's Note
Last September I was out right here for three months barely moving until a friend said I was stuck there. That scared me. I found a yoga instructor online who explained that my lack of movement had culminated in my fascia's adhering my skin and organs. I was locked down. She advised me to break through my adhesions. So, I spent 2 months getting massages, doing routines with workout spheres of all sizes and densities.
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