focus
soft rain on a soft day
no pushing, no struggle
just a marriage, a cooperation
a well disciplined machine
silhouettes in the distance
lighting cigarettes
& tying their shoes
some days everything floats
the newspapers are blank
its the equasion when it
spits out the same command
a rhythmic stream of conscious
understanding ambient noise
it's motives
it's vinacular
become what you experience
touch the hard line that
seams the sky to the ocean
trace it with your finger
for this moment
the horizon belongs to you
...focus
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