swimming lessons in quicksand

the rays pierce the curtains drawn tight

a star desperate for shine

another matinee morning

too late to join the line

gentle ticks from another's wrist

cuffed to a foreign flow

nothing novel in repeating

this performance for show

keeping up old appearances

familiar pitied grins

from a world gone apathetic

in quicksand, learned to swim

no current is misdirected

too turbulent, too strong

to withstand this bed-ridden raft

no match is any storm

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