Toes in the Water
We play hide and seek in seats
We share with strangers.
With you hiding and me
Lost. Sought truth but
Found only book bindings.
The well is depthless where
The well informed tread water
In the wake of inspiration:
A filling cup twice its necessity.
Come find me where pages
Smell of fingertips and
Day dreamers drape drowsy
Heaped on borrowed furniture.
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