#623
Not subtle
Yet
Yet
Yet
Its spinning out there
Somewhere
Where there is something
On the way
Taking time
Walking around the corners
Face in the air
Faces
How many you walk away from
Not ready
For me
While it might burn
For a time
There is no gravity
Floats away
Nameless
Lifeless
Dead energy
Not sacred
Just a line
Coming from center
Buried there
Time ago
Ago doesn’t exist
Yet
From the place
In a vision
Might get there
Maybe
Or not
Yet
Subtle anyway
When you let go
Dead weight in the ideas
A record that skips
Different
Each time
Yet
We hear magic
Anyway
Playing to itself
For itself
Somewhere
Hazy Acres 
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