One breath – too low.
One blink – too high.
The body sings in tremble and sigh.
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Before the sun stirs and sugar slips,
The world tilts sideways, soft into eclipse.
Hands flutter like moths in a jar,
Thoughts dissolve where the shadows are.
Tongue tastes cotton, knees go slack.
A whisper: “Eat.” A memory: “Back.”
The pulse is a metronome gone wild,
A grown-up heart, a frightened child.
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Then comes the climb, the sugar surge,
A molten tide, a frantic urge.
Eyes blaze neon, thirst unquenched,
Skin electric, muscles clenched.
The mind, a carnival of noise,
Too fast to feel, too loud for poise.
Breath is syrup, thick with heat,
A body swollen, incomplete.
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Between these poles, a tightrope walk,
A silent pact, a daily talk.
The meter beeps, the ritual starts,
A dance of numbers, charts, and hearts.
Not broken, just tuned to extremes,
Living in thresholds, chasing dreams.
Each spike, each drop, a coded song
Of staying here, of moving on.