Sitting in the midst of chaos
In the lotus position
Trying to ignore
The battle and the shakes
And the thunder of the debris
Scattering and blanketing
In dust and plaster and fear
Ignoring the societal crumbling outside
And the trepidation on the inside
Peeling back the tremors
That coincide with the world
Through traces of a blue sky, blue mind,
Blue visions embanking
Support of an inner river
Bringing the satiating peace
That pours out before
Being swallowed through
The fangs of death.
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