rumination #01

it's a numbers game, it's hours
days, months ... the dream that happened
what? 3 weeks ago, two days ago?
the years that pass and we celebrate
the fleeting thoughts that become moments

mostly a dream that we project
the touch the gaze the smile
the sound of a voice
the way a body moves

and sometimes it's a game
hide and seek with others
and the self
the self-defeating, sabotaging stratagems
the hidden tears, the beating heart
the dull regret, the arrogant posturing

and sometimes, just sometimes
less than most times and
fewer than most
we just deal with the raw feeling
the emotion that moves heart body and mind
the language of heats and spirits
beyond our understanding

but it's all a game of numbers
distance, too, being measured

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