a nide of gnats haloes my head
some crashing into my mouth and nose
until I start battering the air
with blows self-inflicted in pursuit
to watch my patience decompose
the pure patience of a plant
where all these gnats are spawned
until laughter becomes meditation
the rolling around the floor kind
that encapsulates every gnat-like
gesture of which my prayer is
capable my praise is worthy
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