The Flowing
Walking up to the urinal, the Flowing comes to mind and I bring it into body so that I may relax my muscles and let go the excess liquid. I know you know the Flowing I’m talking about. It’s been here all along waiting for your next exhale, dancing on each breath, falling into march with the drumbeat of your heart, before joining the jet stream to be carried around the world. The Flowing may be slowed but nothing can stop it. I summon the Flowing with this prayer: Please let everything be alright. To which the Flowing responds: It will.
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