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Endless spin
Motion attempting
Within a regulating thought
Of horizontal time
Of refusing to change
Then in an opposite direction
And then to a temporary stop
Comes the
Spin of the fan
Of the regularity moving
Directly above my head
Catching
The attention
For nothing else dares to move
Nothing really evolving
Never longing
For movement of sorts
All but this mechanical electronic thing
Moving the way it must remain
To no surprise
A form of attention
As a result of nothing
At all
And thank you, oh loyal animal friends
But you don’t cut it for me
For they want no more of that attention I ask for
And no to windows
For they’ll see
Me there
Spotting me is not
The nightmare
It’s the thought of
Or so I believe
The consequence of passive observation
Of those outside the doors
Of the watching
Of every single move
Waiting
So glued to
Current fascination
Of someone, anyone
Especially the strangers
For the root of the word
Makes them such a thing
For everything
Concerning
The current thoughts
Belonging to
Them alone
They’ll never know
Such a
Thing
Mysteries of the stranger’s everything
Within such
Foreign ground
And in waiting
Yet I know for sure
I’ll leave one time soon
For really
I wonder:
Can time not be met?
Till then there’s not
A thing
To do
But sit within reach
This certain comfort
This certain comfort
Of the big comfy couch
A time to do nothing
But sit and stare
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