I live on the cutting edge of doing
right after full-blown inspiration’s display
and right before behavioral onslaught occurs.
my inner motor is running at top speed
and I am about to imminently shift gears.
currently the environment around is quietly ambient
and I am about to unleash my physical in fury.
but then, there is a stall-point beauty happening
where the hot breath of forthcoming activity
meets ups with the fragrance of pure vision.
this is where I pretend to drink a toast
from this uncapped ocean in a bottle of my being
“to my being,
truly on the cutting edge of doing”,
once again . . .
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