Che Justus
Recede
How foolish to honor the phases of the moon
but ignore the wax and wane in your body.
Listen to it. Stretch out your fingers, slowly,
curve your back free, attempt a steady breath.
Unmachine yourself, for a time — remove
the phone, the laptop, the doubt. Do not
read the comments. Do not watch the videos. Do not
listen to the podcasts. Instead, remember the wave —
its peace and its power. You are so much water.
How could you not be a recurrence of cycles?
So do your best, fail, do it again until
some of it (any of it) breaks beneath you.
But, before that, listen to your body.
You will need this when you decide to rise again.
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