So there you have it

The subject of conversation

its occupants never having met you

and yet they throw your feet around like

they were on fire

dancing to keep connections warm

tripping to keep us on our feet

the cavity of a moment is dissolving

look at these covers that disintegrate like

the sugar-sweetness they are

syrup puddles on the floor

a tar within revealed-

the stuff that imbeds itself into

the grooves  of your sole

and only fade away in time

 

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