A trick of the light

I think in half thoughts.
I never quite manage to
I wonder if there is someone.
Who

Out there.
Not all the time.
I just drift sometimes.
I forget the ending of what I was.

Right now I am thinking.
Do some people think
in one and a half.
Like a poem. Unwritten.

The words dribble out.
A slow unspooling
I think it might be my
Soul. Or somebody
I can’t make any.

None of it seems.
It’s as if.
The words are floating down the river
Away from.
Maybe.

If I stood somehow.
Differently.
Or focussed on a point over
Would that?
Help. Time slips past.

Me.
Who is me.
I twiddle my fingers
I wriggle my toes
Did I have a thought?

Nobody knows.

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