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Right Now?
Right now?
Yeah, right now.
Look at it. I’m creating a future
where Trump loses, won’t go, and
civil war ensues. Bloodshed, chaos.
I’m not even out of bed yet.
When I think, “Right now, watch your mind,”
I see it. The violence in the streets. The
disintegration of our country, amplified
racism, starvation, millions dead.
The cumulative power of all my teachers
reminds me, “feel your breath.”
The return to the breath
evaporates the imagined future,
relaxes the muscles contracted against it.
I begin to understand that my physical
body reacts all day long to the
molecular transactions set in motion
because I decided to get lost in a story
that isn’t even happening yet,
a story that may never happen.
My thoughts are hammering my body.
