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Anxiety presses
against my chest
like Jack Lalanne
on a cinderblock
balancing on his fingertip
crushing all the air from my lungs
but
being the yogi
i am supposed to be
i breathe into
the very tops
until
i
pass
out
to dream
of surfing
with Fabio
driving in
a red Caprice
to
the ocean
where all
is well
if not exactly

calm.

The ocean

should always strike fear or respect.

emotion just rhymes with it

and only has power

if indulged.

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