Miraculous Mundanity

The world has not changed a bit
but nothing in my life is the same
The sunshine, the breeze, the everyday people
are fresh and new because
my nerves tingle all throughout my body as I greet them
like falling asleep on my hand and then letting it wake up slowly
but somehow I fell asleep on all of me
and now I exercise for hours
like shaking my hand to let the blood flow through again

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