I beg an invisible baited audience
to give me time
let the happy recipe
the DNA code of my heartbeat
let the puzzle pieces suddenly shot to shreds
ricocheting around my head with no order
without a structured corner
find their places.
let the collisions of mind and memory meet
let there be a moment of silence
in this box of nothing
let it become a speaking, thinking
plan again.
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