A look through eye's that sees time that has been wasted.A life time spent walking on roads,sand an the softness of grass.
I can dance along the river an see the rocks between these toes.A pair of floppies to ease the sharpness from them.The water will rise to the ankle an above.Slip on the mud as these floppies escape from the bottom of these two feet.I will fall or dive into this crisp water that may perhaps not be deep enough.The wave roll over these flippy floppies an crash them to dryness.There they are not here but there they have been found.Alone in the water as bubbles leave this nose.A body that's suspended with-out air to hold bone down.I find that crack an swim deeper than before.I can see her face clearer from the darkness of the deep.The top will be forgotten an the light is gone from the head.A dream with-out words as the story comes to an end....



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                                                Semaj