day after day after day
no perceptible movement
apparent static as a general rule
and among the hours that slide,
morphing into each other until unrecognizable,
i cannot decide which is significant
and which is not
struggling to grasp
trying to hold on to skin slippery with sweat
it eludes my fingers, evading my touch
and now i stand apart
floating far out on a single island of boat
the dull impression of the wave carries
with a monotonous press of movement
i forgot to notice until i could no
longer see your face
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