Fold a napkin into two
Put it between your four fingers and grasp
Wipe away the everlasting mess
See how much gets up in the first swipe
It's full of dead skin cells and ad sales
Before we got to it, the hallway was over filled
With coffee tables stacked on either walls
And a slew of coffee cups placed around the walk way
The view was irresistibly horrid
It turned stomachs
It hurt two ways
Filth and uncleanliness
Or
You remember when you had to climb over garbage bags of hand me downs and childhood nick knacks
The ones you sold for a new phone
The little memories come for even littler moments
You fleet
And dodge the days that stack up
Each and every one
Hoping the start will drive difference
By repetition
With a new look
With being at a place until your being has a presence on that location that stays
Change dimensions
Turn the view a few
And squint your eyes like the sun is in your blind spot
The loss of sight drives for at least one solution
Control becomes meaningful if we can hide a harbor full of culture
A community works and waits
The streets run perpendicular
The compass is foreign
The directions written on printer paper left in the tray
Dangling
Now you're on your way
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