middle place
somewhere in between
that leads to
deciding
wedged in a placeat an angle
that is causing my leg
to fall asleep
where my butt
doesn't quite fit
the seat
when my equilibrium
is outta whack
the world seems upside down
disenchanted
disheartened
and I wonder if it is just
the state I am in
or if the state I am normally in
is keeping me from all that
cooked spaghetti
has all the flexibility
and uncooked has none
life was not meant to be lived
in those extremes
and I reminded of this
when I eat Italian
~C
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