Amped

Early morning
Damp and cold
Heaviness,
Like a ball in my chest
When asked, What’s this?
Pain. Is the reply.
My pain?
No
Someone else’s?
No
Must be something
else.
Listening in.
Sensations untangle
Closer to their source.
Pain is rooted in my back
The intensity amped by something else.
I shine steady attention on it
It lifts off,
The sensation drops
Like turning down the volume
Not today Satan!
I have things to do.
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