When I heard the word, I didn’t know meaning
but made my own and inched into age.
Everything was the same except location.
I sat still, head slightly bowed, like just woken,
perspective, neither happy or sad.
Twelve minutes, twelve days, twelve years,
I couldn’t tell as the mirror held my face,
red from sea mist. I sustained, then
slowed breaths to forty beats away
from another ocean not so far away.
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