It starts small
the feeling
somewhere between
a faint wind
and a curious little bug
It grows slow
or it can grow fast
turning from feeling
to pulse
to glorious throb
To the rhythm
from deep in our jungle brain
that calls us all
To the explosion
that tears us down
while building us up
and leaves us
both
sated
and
wanting
that curious little bug
that flies in
on a faint wind
April 5, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 5
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