Fingers twiddling in awkward synchrony
Twist and turns in subtle epiphany
Moments escaping as fast as idle thoughts
A separate dimension, a separate world, a separate spoken word
Legs shift with lies
eyes peel with cries
Demise....an ellipsis for lengthy thinking
Fingers clutched, thoughts sinking
The moment comes but still a stone
I’m here but if you pound my toes you wouldn’t find a bone
Alone...and grinding against the ridges of too much sunshine no! too much rain
Maybe both...wishing for more in betweens and the smother of unusualness
Liking the scent of normalcy
but too much of one thing is good for the cemetery
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