there is a chasm in my chest,
occasionally,
when the earth feels too dense with hate
& when I begin to drown in it--

it takes my breath away.

I stop,
pull the moment back for a time,
remind myself that this,
this,
is fleeting.

in
     out
            close your eyes
                      listen.

*this is not permanent.

                                       nothing truly is

                                                                         but truth.