Nothing I

Nothing can touch me today,
I have withdrawn to that space deep inside
where immunity hides.

The sun's warmth wraps me in a coolness,
in deliberate distance,
a not-here sense.

I have a meeting in a while
but I won't let it in,
let it disturb this equilibrium.

If only I were like this all the time,
living would be easier 
with myself.
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