when i finally sit
down to breathe,
into the chair
my weight sinks
and i am lost.

with wild accusation
the square keys glare at me,
daring me to strike,
prodding me to pounce.

but i have forgotten
why i came to this sanctuary.
i can only silent stare
at the empty space.

after a year
i push up
with a sigh
and go to bed.

maybe tomorrow.

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