So
many beats in conversation, such live
rhythms
of the here and now. The looking
back’s
not conducive to this place today.
If
any day.
It’s
too hard to really say if focus
can
displace the place so completely as to
keep
me from running away like so much
of
before. So sure. Half the head I had hinged
back
down the road lost its nuts and bolts,
so
much spillage has lead them to find me
here.
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