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Grasping air,

It slips slyly through fingers

First like the slippery grasp of overripe mango flesh

Then like air

Youth slips away from me like air

Through my fingers

It can be slow

In the cloudy descent of fatigue

Or speedy like the racecar of disappointment knocking the wind out of me

Fallen follicles

And brightness

Incapable of stress

The challenge is discerning the mind game

From the chemical imbalance

And then removing it with words

Vibration of intent

And expectation

This is not my portion

Though it exists within the cells

The mind has dominion over health

Cursing pain and procedure

Victory is wealth

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