If water if constant
when nothing really is,
then what about flight
and the world’s slow swivel on its axis-
what is slow, by the way
because I can’t figure out
how minutes creep patiently,
prolonging agony when it suits
yet I lose hours daydreaming
about flight and various shades of blue…
I think I have questions
that I don’t want answers to
since imagining all permutations
of falling is better than actually doing it.
The Word Rummager 
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