HOT LINE

Hot line. . .
lifeline. . .
heart line. . .

When there
has been a disconnect,
it’s not quite clear
when these will return
to prior intersect–

or if they will at all
while there’s still time.

But,
luckily for all of us,
we’re each in charge
of our unique body-bus,
and while the wheel
to turn is big,
and can take a lot of strength
and fuss,
the trick is largely
your constant breath
a little to adjust,

and turn
your state of mind.

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