An enormous traffic jam of feelings
Rush-hours through me these days
A truly Euclidean cast of characters
When I sit and stare at the world
When I try to de-implicate myself
As really just an innocent witness
To all the kindness all the terror
It's just the unreality of it all
The constant dress rehearsal
For a still unwritten play
That drags me back to you
Wind and sun at the water's edge
And you my friend intangible
Body tangible soul
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