phantom fingers
reaching in
to slide over
the brain
feeling far
off
distance and meaning
i can travel time
that secret is
nothing new
you have become
ether
lost to the
static and
the cell waves
faint on the corner
of some bright
horizon faltering
wavering
like mirage lakes
on summer streets
funny how
it all comes back up
and then running out
on a Thursday night
and There are thoughts that
shouldn't be so prevalent
and phantom fingers
stirring up
memories
and things
that were
better when they
were sleeping
So this was an attempt at just sitting in front of the keyboard and writing. My mind seemed busy tonight and I felt like maybe this would calm it down. So no editing...unlike a lot of what I have put up here..this is just raw.
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