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The Busyness of Passing Waves
City of Rats
Days
It's the same as always...
Recently...
You lying there bare and neat...
And still...
Midnight Snack
Not a Full Moon
Dream
Sadness
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Days
How some slip by
smooth and moist,
like an expensive hand cream
surprises me on days like this_
as if the entire frame of space
had been mounted onto a cart
each cobblestone shudders through me.
Then rounding the bend of night too quickly, perhaps,
reality all pulled to one side,
stretched and unbalanced,
before righting itself slowly
like a giant clumsily lumbering out of bed.
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