My records are blank.
But I recognise that the danger has passed.
A stretched moment.
An unexpected pause.
Allows that thing which carries me along.
To stop.
Rage flips and turns.
Sleeping on it's side it finds the cold.
Irritating a tiring injury on my left.
Erupting from me,
a little inconvenience,
and just a little pain.
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