Legs twitch a constant itch longing for action production and purpose.
No indent left in sagging bed – so tense it’s like levitating.
Leave to learn new verbs: Rest, breathe, stroll. Think things through.
Wings uncrumple, sea air inflates lungs clouds part and regather.
A risen ford forces stillness, blocks the only way out.
Trapped relaxing causes back aches and a cold turkey come-down.
Breathe. Think. Visualise the empty city house.
Fill space with light. Buy a new bed. Make an impression from now on.
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