Minor occurrences of daily mention
To which I fail to muse myself
And I discover I am much like the wind
But its not what you think.

I am weightless on a pressure stone
Like a feather in the tar
I felt I’d overcome sinking
While ignoring prodding,

Hearts and cities and keys to both
I have none of these but much less
And observations are all I own;
I pay for them dearly.

Once upon a time there was…some
I revel in fables of the able
Reminisce with tunnel vision
Deciding what to do next and failing.


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