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Alone and others aren’t far away, The sand is shifting and the line is gray,

Now waiting looking for expectation, shake if off, on your toes, eyes on in preparation,

Relaxing smile, and loose grip, surround

Gaining interest, distracted, feet with thought weighing ground,

Looking, talking, smiling still

Eyes roll, still pretty, face red as a grill.

Boring for conversation and screaming, artistic,

Find the mystic implications of commonly simplistic,

Thinking, looking round, speaks to void fingers twitch,

Mind is twitching, slow reaction, didn’t help a

Character moment glitch.

Hard fought

Partial defeat,

I can’t quite capture it, maybe calm distraction,

Flawed complacency

Blind Poet, Michael Brandon Falk, Dec. 15, 2004