My mood is sporadic.
I do not envision a coming nor a going and interruptions of time, life, mood, thought and will, snake in to slither about...taunting.
Marking your territory, you slip...a momentary hand grabs within your clutch and brings you back ; but alas, it is only temporary. A simple moment of composure and it's gone until another day.
continued existence in balanced vibration
lost in the shuffle
awaiting once more for the hand ....
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