a different dimension
from the bottom of your glass
you see a different dimension
time doesn’t sway your eye
or friends that need attention
you’re holding secret mass
endearing none but you indeed
the straightening lines of a shimmy
find a hard pretend or precede
your gaze held and nurtured
the isolation less than conducive
the situation really needed
a finger snap concussive
still you peer down lost
beats rumbling in wondrous play
you found a breadcrumb trail
to abandon and wish to stay
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