Events arise and show you 

you can be made of jello-

in some especially unreasonable flavor like kiwi-

and your mind starts spinning and nothing is working and

everything seems wrong and

you’re busted, no broken, no worse

and

and

on and on and on

until

you stop believing,

look around,

recall that you’re breathing

in a flowering burst of recognition

that you simply

have

more to heal.