A
soft
ripple
shifting
beside us
inside time
outside mine
creating slides
falling downside
up and out-lifting
slipping seconding
minutely bleed fine
slowing soft sheens
gradually reverses
unrehearsed lines
drifting internal
infernal dying
denying sift
and scour
last hour
bending
curving
stirring
slurring
wording
returning
a parabolic
parasite light
night flies wait
in-satiate blurring
until suddenly cuts.
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Seb Reilly
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