Atop of the back through the roads
with that ever present sensation:
something is missing.
After, an instant.
Solid, warm, noisy.
Completes. Passes by unnoticed.
After, another something realizes.
Returned. Completed. Left.
Came with the instant but I was not there.
After, through other roads
atop of the back with the coldness
blowing the hole. Missing again.
Sooner than later,
another sensation flutters:
it is always there but I am not.
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