My breath does as it wilt
right, exactly now.
It doesn’t pant; It does not (hold).
But, it breathes
shallow then a sudden, pumping rush of
Air of exhalation.
…strange rhythm.
My emotions are being redistributed,
my memories, now defragged from sleeps processes,
reorient themselves
relative
to their new locale.
Strangers in a familiar region. One they
have only seen mapped.
The world within folded all in-on itself and
Refilled in the converse.
Process
Of
Inversion.
The new in-side
is
the Apposite Opposite
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WrittenCasey 
Very clever and well written!! Thank you for sharing your talent!
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Thank you! I appreciate your time here. I enjoy your work as well. Cheers.
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