I am fixed, light
like a lamp
dulled in the shade
aged by the sun
I am hooked
barbed lip piercing tied to monofilament
or was it gut string?
or a song?
am I a broken blade?
tricked into cutting stone?
maybe metal smelted in the glow
illuminates
words passing
between moving bicycles
whispers
lost in the stream
a grain of sand on your feet
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