temporary is a noticing style,
a glance as an intake,
a summary in a word,
looking at a stereotypical maze
of facials ever presenting,
a conclusion made
as if,
an almost unnoticed swallow,
a yogic yawn,
looking for a new thought,
upon return,
the incessancy of reading,
when it leaves
the line-by-line of a page,
facing a bargain,
that seems so summary unimpressive,
stoic standing file-drawers,
that have no reason
to ever be opened again,
an attentive cab driver,
driving in the prison
of familiar road weary,
staring at a book-face,
as if it is a chore
to open to words,
debating a personal blood wound,
to bandage or not,
the way familiar is like
being aware of
too much saliva in the mouth,
the way recognition is like
a greeter line
for next thoughts.
so, instead,
dearly hold my hand,
to awaken me . . .
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