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fish in a bowl

see leaves
float gently towards me
drifting through the sea;
of consciousness;
near me
then away,
into the distant
colourful array,
they come
they go,
on the stream
they flow,
now and then
how and when we stray
concentration fractured

stillness slips away

I think of you
and my knee is itchy

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