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.
My emotions are being redistributed,
my memories, now defragged from sleeps processes,
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.
The new in-side
the Apposite Opposite