eyes attuned to the familiar tune:
a floating world, caught between
the lightness of being unkept and the
gravity of being unseen.
between blinks, the world keeps along
the pushy yellow light of the kitchen
invading a grey awakening
in a foreign room. i am here to avoid
pictures, notes, frames i have yet to touch
(unwilling to, unwilling to make this an ending)
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