a thousand blinks a day
Scenes are shooting down
a block of neighborhood
A moving busy streets
Acts are striked every passing
hours of streaming light
-some acts are cut out and some kept
I blink tireless a day
And yet the world is the same
Maybe close longer
My Eyes in hopes of seeing change
All over in a season
But fear flutters them open
And I blink to see
The same motion picture on and
On
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