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One Evening

one evening because the walls of the room
are shrinking,
feeling as if i will be crushed by its four corners,

i finally decided to close the windows and open the
door to try to see if there are stars outside
and if the stars can relieve me from such a
claustrophobic impending death,

i step out into the open and sleep on the grass
to feel the coldness of the earth

i lay my body my arms stretched as far as my hands
can do in creating distance between my feet and my
center of gravity,

what i see is a dark sky and infinite space
i feel like a grain of sand spilling from a giant palm

i agree
i am insignificant
that room becomes nothing compared to the fear
of incomprehensible choices

an ocean of freedom
continental responsibility
i feel so drunk drinking too much space from a glass of my gaze
to this vast universe

nauseous still
i stand back to regain my composure
i go back inside the room

and then the wind howled
outside like an angry master

back to the comfort of my blanket
i promise myself a good sleep.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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