early asana with eyes wide shut
a witness of my own ego
carrying a heavy cart across the road
a return to the basic of positions
breath
would take the weight off my back
put the wheels in motion far reaching
the unconscious
tapped by patience
the ride is vast and gregarious
pounced by tiger
my pose remains fixed
caught in the rain
my body shall endure
with not a shake or sweat,
the cross of joy is struck upon
my skin
where white
reflects the shadow of
another color
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