more than it did before.
Fifty years ago and I'm
floating, as a tiny heartbeat
first appears.
Who makes a life?
We do. Mine's
more than half way through
(if averages are anything
to go by).
Starts with a heartbeat,
ends with a heartbeat,
all those heartbeats in between,
pushing against resistance;
resistance of blood vessels,
resistance of body
resistance of self.
Time to stop pushing,
start opening instead.
Maybe fifty years left
to practice.
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