When you least expect it, a reprieve
Life is still and cold as steel
Yet supple It
Coils and meets your shape
Heavy-lidded with sleep and relief
No longer having to steel oneself
NEC
riding on the northeast corridor
watching the graceful burlesque of the anheuser-busch eagle
sleepy eyed down the line
Trifecta
One is what you are,
One is your mask,
One is the tug of your body,
Grounding, leveling
Stomach intuition
The cowgirl lassoing in your girth
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