Panic
One thought scattered, this time, this scattered thought won.
Two moments in I found it, found I, in moments too.
Four ideas, these are what here, what are these ideas for?
Eight breaths taken, while waiting for calm, for waiting while taken, breaths ate.
Copyright © A. Sanders | Year Posted 2009
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