stars passing by
glimpses marking time
my eyes dance to the whispers of substance
shapeless hand
raging endless cloud
nothing to grab
nowhere to go
I keep moving my head
the head keeps moving me
what does that even mean
always pretending that you know
pushing my perspective around
ticks and tides flashing through me
wandering in the storm of fingers
view
never the same
unstable definitions
merciless stream
living with this is a part of it
this hum will never fade
your hand changes nothing at all
and I know I will wake up here tomorrow again
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