Fixed This Stare

On, unweighted shoulders,
off, briskly distracting,
Burning fever for fractional display
A lever lifting up the brow
of this visual ship;
A part of my inner psyche,
I turned my eye towards you;
and fixed this stare,
repaired of so many flawed thoughts;
I dream of your beginning flowing rhythms.


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