Breakfast Lunch Dinner

I chant into my version of the universe
“I believe I exist
and I believe it doesn’t matter.”

And so,
it didn’t hurt anymore.
(at least not to the fragments of my self
that haven’t blown away and become the
clouds that I walk on
and the air that even I breathe.
I’m expanding and being swallowed. whole.)
Nothing is new. And I cannot say why.

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