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new intent, a new sense
I was stuck in this literal space
Then, I was led to an unheard gathering of sound,
each one like a fine trace

yesterday I stumbled upon
a shape that was already there
I couldn't see before
But the indications were
embedded within, a suave force

yesterday i stumbled upon
a new certain, a ritual
like the nightly dancing of chairs
in the cafe beneath my dusty bed
I thought refuse was the only thing that lived on as long,
as the sound of sleepless nights
or the weary heads downstairs