soaking up my company
i am a sponge for dialect
reflected gesture
slips of the tongue
and awkward moments
have kept with me all day.
i feel people stare,
just for a moment,
at something dubious
something i cannot quite
put my finger on....
this causes
vague feelings of doubt
which plague happiness
yet
i have this momentum
a prow
which bursts over them
like i am cresting waves
fate may be fleeing with me
despite
and time burgeoning ripe.
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