while waiting
on hold
a song says
we get
run down
by dreams
other music
suggests
maybe
some day
you'll know
where
you are
supposed
to be
and to be
ready to
move on
all like
fragments zen
koans
speckled with
hypnosis
filled
with such
longing
malleable
as a play-dough
of desire
or mind
making shadows
light and wall
and silhouettes
simultaneously
but you
never
forget how
it feels
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