Constantly walking the line;
existing solely in a grey area that
leaves me feeling reminiscent -
though I tilt my chin toward the future.
Melting into the background of my own existence.
Blurred double vision causing the world to sway around me.
I am trapped in a
rhythm-less march;
an intoxicating dance that I perform
at the top of each morning.
Thoughts cannot be securely fastened to my mind
in these moments.
Sunrise marks the beginning of
another slumber-some day,
and that bright orb hanging
somehow crookedly in the sky strings me along
through blazing afternoons and into
lulling evenings.
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