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Becoming quiet

My reach is for a level that is a quantum and uninfluenced
valley with a gentle slope
always mountains within reach, to climb
but sustainable
just here

I'm off for a run
If I think no further than this
I am happy and content
I know I will push myself
and breath deep
I know I will be happy at this small accomplishment
when I return
and drink hot tea
and, most odd, light a cigar
If I think beyond this going for a run
there may be mysteries, queries, problems or riddles to solve
and it gets more difficult

Quiet