All senses of detox most people know
involve the matters eaten, drunk or shot
(perhaps inhaled). But somehow I forgot
what interrupts a beneficial flow
of vital energy becomes a foe
to health that can impede, constrict, or blot
all senses.

I think I stalled upon an old plateau
until I altered how I move a lot.
I started to explore where I’ve been not.
Three days of strange were what it took to grow
all senses.


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