#NaPoWriMo 2024 day twelve

there’s a pressure                             i didn’t notice
anchored
                                 at the skull’s base
 
we spend                                          too much time
bowed low
                                 we forget         to stretch
                                                         time tightens
                             
                                 and ties itself
to us, tests us
                                 we forget how
                                                         to breathe
 
                                 we walk around
in tiny circles
                                                         we hope
                                                         there is an answer
 
but we are stiff-necked                    easily distracted
                                                         voices to the left          
 
voices to the right
 
                                                         perhaps it is time
                                 keep moving
                                                             
                                                         measure the distance