cutting into sensation
turning a blade across half my action
going 80 mph with each eye looking
at material next
on my finger, out the window and with
a peach in hand.
contact is minimal and sometimes brief
as a flash, thought can travel with speed
only sometimes new.
i found myself impatient, sounds of trouble
are a driving wave and they are layered
by each run of boredom and confusion.
leave them sitting out and take it
just where it's at.
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