Lotus Position

I stretch and crack,
as the world bends round,
mountains and crevices fall.

I languish and cry,
as locusts explore,
upon my skin they crawl.

I bend and knot,
as the breeze pierces flesh,
itchy, numb, and right. 

I release,
a jolt at shutter speed,
caught by a nearby mite.

I twist and flex,
as I’m watched by a crow,
rising to praise the dawn.

I breath and swallow,
the scent of soil,
ploughing through the lawn.

I collapse and die,
as the sky welcomes,
waving in blue and white.

I live and feel,
as a waking corpse,
then I go inside to write.

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