feeling live and thinking light
tickling fancies into flight
buzzing swarms around a bulb
visions blur and time lulls
how am I to speak?
how am I to crawl?
gliding like a ghost
who is bound to fall
am I here
or am I there?
awaken to becoming
but neither here nor there
thought I might look
but I know I'd be gone
I'd be somewhere over yonder
perhaps looking on
I like this. The first three lines have seven syllables, but the fourth has six, perhaps evoking time's lull.
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