Ending

The meditation centered on the end –
of marriage, friendship, work, a point of view.
I sat the mat and tried to spine-extend,
directing thoughts while breathing deep, on you.
Accepting that our minds have changed, it’s true
for most the set I couldn’t recollect
whatever made it good, for now it’s too
infrequent. We’re too fractious to connect.

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