in

As if you could overflow

Staring, perhaps blankly

not having a point to focus on.

The quiet sound of water

lapping at the shore

of memory.

I touch my eye

to the glass

to see clearly what is not there.

I find myself lost within the moment

yet knowing where I am found again.

The tin ear banging like

a roof with

baseball sized hail

and the smoke

twiling away from me.

In the cup again

in the water

the in the sound.

I am less aware and even more confused.

The sound of coffee

the sound of water

and the knowledge that I was never here.

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Legend

Written by DocAndersen

One fan, One team and a long time dream Go Cubs!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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