is this some trick of the mind?
is there a hammock or a trampoline
made exclusively of inner dialogue?
am I in a self-talk conversation
on an elevator going up or down
within a quivering building
in a massive earthquake
on a trembling piece of land ?
have the earth’s poles
radically shifted
and a tsunami is about in passing?
or are we just out of orbit-sync
with the moon?
I am in search
of an ultimate disclaimer
in a proper personalized scale
something of substance
to hold the hand of my mind
and to soothe my longing heart
that is in audience
awaiting in the sway
no swoon will eventually come
to soothe this form of longing
yet only by letting go
can my being . . .
be heartfelt and clear
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