his mind scampers to and fro
except when it floats
like a boat
on a lake reflecting dusk-glow
he thinks the world might fall
into fragments people trees and all
but he stays relaxed
stays away from the cracks
he knows when to hurry when to stall
his secret plan for you
is to see things as if they were new
because then he knows
you'll think he's a rose
whose magic power will tell false from true
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