Moment.

In the zen of a moment, I see with clarity. The more logical processes have lead me here. A coffee shop with a smiling woman, I am a stranger. In the zen of a moment, most pain seems equivocal. The more pleasant senses fade away as blackness takes me. It is sleep that binds me here.

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