Well there you are again.
Same place I left you.
Why do I catch your eye every single time
I catch you in the corner of mine?
Little things I notice
The things that atrophy 'neath the dull hand of time
They're mine and they're yours
We do well to ignore
But you can't
Every time you come back around
I find my gaze like clockwork dropping
To sights not seen by the common man
Outside this sphere
Drifting away from the center where I stand
I stand in a place where there are no directions
Where the mighty wind of the Spirit
Blows not but congeals into fire
Content, I float
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