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Afraid
Living in the next day
Timed after myself
And bearing a name
Thinking of odes
Thinking through a glass
Unkind
In drunkness of other glories
Of other days
Caressing myself
Curdling inside
Tempora, iternum
Phoebus.
Chasing myself in the fields
Drowning in urbanity
Past the leaves
Past the echoes
Electronically sensitive
In cups of coffee
Unanswered
In streams of consciousness
Written down
Torn apart between shades
Of joys, of sun
Of memorable regrets
Once again borne
Once again blue the sky
To and fro the sky
Once again Blues
Not you
It's the center of things
Momentum