Ease
Ease is something that we roll our teeth at.
Dizziness.
We gravitate toward sweat.
Sometimes.
Slightly out of breath.
Then not so much.
Climbing up, up!
Distress is like combing through the cremations.
Ease is at the top of stairs, at the top of tops.
Bustling.
Ease is this zipped up feeling that burns.
And we fall asleep like that.
Dizzy, horrible, twisted sweat.
The blackouts started earlier than I thought.
The hammock slammed shut.
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