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Pigeon toed  wombats
Determinedly trundle by
Heading  to burrows
we were lucky to see  one large(mother) & two smaller wombats
whilst on an early  bushwalk... they are such soli, determined yet comical creatures .
last night i wrote 'luck is the duck'.
i think i was wrong though;
see, luck is the tide. it folds up the socks
of the beach and blesses it with a kiss.

we, the duck, ebb and flow on
the waves; eyes glazed and dazed
from kismet riptides. you can't sail
luck, but you can sure as hell surf it.

i'll see ya on the beach.
more on yesterday.
The dark woods they invite me
  amidst it I explore
my love I will meet
it's much too early for sleep
Running
Back
And forth
Reach the line

I'm not that bad out of shape
But still struggling

Throat burning
Head pounding as if there's someone trying to bang their way out
And lungs desperately fighting for air

I give up...

I sit down when I reach the line
And try to catch my breathe
Instead of running back

Chest rising and falling
With each gasp for air

Oxygen
Why do you hate me?
Lungs,
Why aren't you working?

Coughs hurt my throat
And make me weak

I take my inhaler
But it isn't working
It's just making me shaky

Panic rising inside me

I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe

I take another puff
And wait
1
2
3
4
5
...
Breathe out
And couch violently

I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die

No one notices
(this note was written by headphones that plays trombone as if it was a flute)
Don't waste time
studying me
instead study
yourself closely

what you would know
of me eventually
at the expense of yourself
is nothing but pure triviality
Weak resistance
Little steps
Much sleep
Take my meds

Call my sons
Say a prayer
Silent nights
Beware! Beware!

          Selah
The ocean was not me
nor was I the sea.

I was drowning on dry land
and
gasping for breath,
that's when I saw her
She appeared out of thin air
and was suddenly there
to give me a hand.

It doesn't take a genius
to
figure out the rest
just
someone with imagination.
I cannot seem to be able
To unwrap the vines of pain from me
After all
It's in my name

I would do anything
Give anything
To make this bad
Heavy feeling
Be lifted

I would call a plane
And a crane
To get it off my heart
If that's what it takes

I want to feel better already

The time is moving too slow
And too fast
All at once
Who is messing with the clock?
Is it a monster living in the walls
Or is it living in my head?

The vines get tighter
The more I want them to loosen

Are they the problem
Or is it me?
What's the difference
I can't see

It doesn't matter
Get them off of me

I want to feel better already
Liana is a kind of vine

(This note was wrong then by a catfish that was named Pig and ate spaghetti)
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