I'm not a rock, I'm not an island
Between a rock and
the hard place
a soft thing sits.
Quietly stuck, absorbing mist.
The hard place
glistens, sun resists.
Quietly stuck, absorbing mist.
Soon, day breaks,
glistens. Sun resists.
Dew, stone, wet sand:
Soon day breaks,
Out reaches a hand.
Dew, stone, wet, sand.
fingers gliding,
out reaches a hand.
Rough, smooth. Filtering light.
Fingers gliding
feeling night.
Rough, smooth, filtering light.
Impossible. Slowly. Shifts.
Feeling night
between a rock. And
impossible slowly shifts.
A soft thing sits.
my attention, lately
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