Still too often wanting
to just rush through
grasping, grasping, grasping
and it all sifts past to
silt and drift
the pile unobtainable
the very hallmark of
life unsustainable
try to stop to
be very very still
what's there to gather
nothing does and nothing will
still not right
somehwere an easy stance
effortless unthinking
light as an unsettling glance
billowing net of gossamer
billows with crystal light
but this only a daydream
and I rush into another night
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