In moments past

the eyes that wander

get lost 

in this forest of thorns

It requires great focus to move across.

The standstill when you move it's gone.

Zero degrees.

Pause in my craft

I constantly try.

The standstill

brings tears to your eyes

I've escaped inertia

it hurts to converse with ya.

It's all too real

I wish to return to sleep

but I'm too conscious to leave .
  
Frogs proceed
as it cuts my throat and bleeds

  the world LOVES YOU so selfishly

too selfish to see.

How is it to be?

        To constantly view a sequence of 3

Mind soul and body.

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