Satisfied and brimful with alacrity, I am no longer hungry.
My appetite is concealed within my teeth: clenched in a grin.
There's a storm but it moved East. I felt the clouds leave.
Breathless but zealous, I held on tight. The gale can't take me back to the eye.
Current resistance.
I blundered into your disturbance and misplaced my vision.
I've walked asleep into brick walls and minefields. It's so easy to sleep through the alarms.
But I emerged enlightened.
When you mislay one sense, another intensifies.
After the tempest passed, everything was amplified
and I could hear exactly what I wanted to be.
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