and my line of vision
moving sluggishly through the ether-air
around my head
like the cloud clusters that inch
across the gradient shade sky
-- lazily
words float in and out of my mind
like the shoe-sound conversation
that approaches and fades
in diagonals
around my half-shade bench
vantage point
-- apart
the world so stark and out of reach
eludes the scrabbling clutches
of my reaching fingertips
and over-dramatized words
that ooze inadequacy and excess
over the canvas of my vision
-- lost
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