Red from the root

a pulling from the eyes
nausea in my chest
contracting
expelling
the life that was—that died within

life comes like a grain of salt
it mixes and dissolves
it adds and subtracts
and in its precarious state
stands alone in utter quest to attain its goal

far and near
present and distant
in touch and diffident

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