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I put the palm of my hands on top of my eyes

So I can see the immense dark black velvet

And finally be able to look inside

It’s like my eyes are rolling back

And I can dive into myself

I can feel the air in my lungs

The movement of my ribs

My chest going up and down

My rib cage expanding in all directions

All the bones of my skeleton

The movements indicate that I’m alive

So I’m aware of what’s happening

In my body and in my mind

My tongue massages the inside of my mouth

Slowly and carefully

Slowly and carefully

Like someone that’s painting the roof of a house

On the second floor of that house in my skull

Is the home of my two eyes

Each one has a special room

Just in front of my brain

I let my eyes float in their cradle in my head

They don’t need to work as hard as they can

They learn with my hands how to be present and still

I’m aware of the infinite dark black velvet

I can finally rest in the dark black velvet

The dark black velvet

Pacify my eyes, my mind

The dark black velvet