Lines to Different People
Somewhere there is a sky I am not looking at Somewhere there is dirt in a yard with a small fence Somewhere there is a beautiful girl in a small house Somewhere there is an echo of a dog's bark And when I look I see a circle And when I concentrate I see a galaxy And when I reach out I feel your energy These moments taste like fiction but come uninvited like dreams at night Like a mask worn backwards Like a worm in the dirt looking for the shade I know these moments are not mine I take them anyway as stories I write to empty rooms and long forgotten hallways Maybe these things aren't for me The symmetry is off The thoughts all crooked The motion makes me seasick Best to go now
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