Too many cameras
are in the doorway
of the dreams we plant
inside our minds
A thin ridge of another life
The give and take of
every mistake
Every stride
The hand me down
The town
Nirvana
thinking about
when the opening
appeared too soon
on the vision
that was clocked
at noon
Around the corner
of those drifting years
Older
Older each day
I for one
still bend my hips
to unlock the blocks
that make you slip
I feel like a turtle dove
who danced atop the highest beam
Where the eyes are open wide
Where the world begins the tide
The emptiness you have inside
shines with me
on all bridges
Cause we are the whims
of each other's sins
buried in humanity
Trying to eat
the running beast
before time gives
up a musical seat
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