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"Sleight Of Hand"


routine was the theme, he'd wake up and...wash and pour himself into uniform

something he hadn't imagined being...

as the merging traffic passed, he found himself staring, down, at his own hands..

not remembering the change, not recalling the plan, was it...?

he was okay, but wondering about wandering

was it age? by consequence? or was he moved by sleight of hand?

mondays were made to fall, lost on a road he knew by heart

it was like a book he read in his sleep, endlessly...

sometimes he hid in his radio, watching others pull into their homes

while he was drifting...

on a line, of his own, off the line, on the side

by the by, as dirt turned to sand, as if moved by sleight of hand

when he reached the shore of his clip-on world

he resurfaced to the norm

organized his few things, his coat and keys...

any new realizations would have to wait til he had more time, more time...

time to dream, to himself

he waves goodbye, to himself

i'll see you on the other side...

another man...moved by sleight of hand...