The line of thought is almost tangible

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The complete acceptance

Of the bodily warmth of your Surroundings,

Leads your thoughts astray.

 

Even the crook in your lower back

Occupies your time

More than whatever it is

That you are supposed to do.

 

How many hours are spent

In this lost limbo?

Somewhere in between your eyes

And what you really see.

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