stationary objects dwell me in
i point my finger
aim my eye-beams
permitted to mull right?
trapped in a daze like a foool!! willing to be a magnet
guess that's how i empty all my good juice
.....a pat on my back
......man!! has it been an hour already?
.......or we too early
grab back my dissipating wits
get movement back on track
sit quip sip
nod my head about with affirmation to yer queries
what a fine day i'm shuffling
flick my right eye 60 degrees
and there stretch all my tomorrows in perfect symmetrical circles
wish i knew what flicks 'em circles contain
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