playing in every key at once
i center myself on not making myself dizzy. it then becomes clear. the straight life i left for the woods of northern michigan never fit me that good anyway. i sit. hiding behind old oaks and wondering why some people cant ever just be. whenever i spot a bit of fuzzy dust under a table i just let it lay there. its future up to it entirely.
windchimes
a breeze
through my mind
Michael Rehling 
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