A prayer?

Desperate labeling of the observed
beneath a layer of
songs playing without any pause
beneath layers of
long threads of random memories
or/and narratives of many a fictitious events
that feed my me.

Frequency is low but the buzz 
drained of zest for life.


Whatever you keep recreating
and sustaining,
at 3 inches to the right of my left ear
in the back of my head,
must get stilled.

The Now must pour out now
through the portals in my heart
and flow in all directions.

Let life act through me.

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