there was a slide,
a shift of a nature
we have yet to speak of.
you, the diagonal,
waiting for a flux of time
or distance or fortune.
there aren't as many
misunderstandings as we
extemporize. and we make up
messy with non-traditional
patterns traipsing through
larger parts of town.
some days grey,
the others blue. there's no
explanation for being
everywhere at once.
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