The ritual has failed.
You photograph a book
next to a cup of coffee
by the morning window light
Dry, cracked hands
flaky thoughts and
blurred visions.
Edge to edge, the walls close
while you inhale and exhale
though, much too quickly.
Close eyes.
Empty your mind.

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