Obsequious

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brief glances

whipping eyes

this thing has rolled over

notice the screetching sounds it has created

in you

also in me

now I feel the pinch in my bones and the twitch in my thought much less

for I am distracted

away goes the Way

the deeeper I breathe the louder I become

exhalation may be frightening unless you conceive the source

conception and perception rely

upon what the empirist may ask?

well... it's point of view my friend

how do you describe your existence?

from where you have placed yourself

if I may be so bold

but....

i am not SO bold

now the things that have been said will not be un-said

their meanings may have diminished

in "fact"

mea culpa

 yes

of what?

such remains to be seen for others outside seek to place blame

I will remember the good

the good has taught me very much about my mind

the glances have briefened

the eyes seek other angles

avoidance has become the theme

Oh what a mundane theme it is

it lacks merit

this thing has rolled over onto itself

my expression is stunted...almost blank

relief may come through flow

flowing eyes and turning words into thoughts and vice versa

a theme for the worst

pushed aside so inocuously has beaten my brow into itself

obsequiousness displayed is confounding to me

but not unexpected

thus is the chant

it has always been evident...before me displaying the facts

but brief glances

and whipping eyes

have blinded my ears to the sight of screetching touches