Just Breathe

Existing at all is an epiphany wall
Good luck trying to solve it all

Untangle the meaning
in the unbelievable power
of dull minutia like
moving air
and water

Thankfully entropy
eventually levels me

Cannot breathe

I’m subtly brain beseeched
It’s chronic
It’s clinical

Can’t ask for relief

And to
(ideally)
the Plane of Peace...
I humbly decree
garbage
is me

Beliefs are
self fulfilling prophecies

Why is asking for help a loser’s squeak

No one
chooses to be weak