shape and size
your hair falling across your mouth
eating it, not caring
a condiment for your feast,
roughage
sometimes laying for it
other times pulling, grabbing, throwing
masked affirmations against brick,
straw bale, rammed earth walls
physical answer
constantly missing things that would have changed my life
upset all the factors in my life, let them all know about the others
throw them all in the air and watch to see which ones scramble,
cling to my seeing eye stabbing cane
not in church with three tier pipes
foot pedals loaned out to local jazz ack ack blues junkies
making the worlds turn and flow and jig
notice the forever hum
best felt during completeness
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