There is something so revelatory that occurs at
times, as we grow older; moments when our entire homeostasis shifts, right?
And
we feel it oscillating...an eerie unsettling sense in our gut or prefrontal cortex
or back of our neck,
as our prehensile perception ranges all about us
surveying
smells and movement, light and dark,
til we settle into ourselves in the
realization
that we simply shifted and changed
and grew, right there, right
then.
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