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the melodramatic truth of a hypochondriac

Posted to Action Poetry

Waking at three to a rumble
way up and deep in my right thigh
and a weird acute pain thereafter-
thinking and being
tortured by thoughts of
cancer, karma and samskaras,
all the reactions of every bad and horrible
thing I've ever done
must now be
overwhelmingly accelerating towards my present moments
like a comet or meteor shower beautiful, climactic,
cold deadly imminent, as
I seek bliss and breathe my mantra. Whether
it in fact be cancer
or some other nightmare what's to
come on the way to love
is sure to be darker than any dream
"without the proper guidance."

But there's simply no avoiding
any thing, any where.
It's either now
or later.

We all must go through.