Tiny Cracks

Turning around 

Walking the places 

Step in 

Step now

What is it

I went around 

Tall 

Straight 

With a friend 

The ways 

Around the corners

Been here before 

This

Telling stories 

Gossips 

Cool breeze 

My friend

What has it become 

Matters not 

Swaying to the edge 

Calling out the indifference 

Rejecting who is 

Indifferent 

You 

No light 

In this creature 

Shades for the sun 

Back room chess 

The mind 

Seconds then we finish 

Back around again 

Turning 

More of the concrete

Shoes

Wet surface 

Strolling around 

Down there 

Around the places

Seeing nothing 

New 

Or vibrations 

Just a city 

Just feet in shoes

Walking 

Mouths talking 

Eyes focusing 

Truthfully 

In the extent of truth 

Rejecting 

What belongs 

Flat on the ground 

Weights you don’t lift 

Lifting a lightness 

Another tomorrow 

Today 

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