It’s like the oxymoronic sensation of a
by one
determined
snap
of the fingers and it sets
you
spinning
fast
and
dizzy
yet so clear and steady
externally
cruising across
the
surface with such peace and
precision,
yet all
the
time
wildly
fast.
One pin prick
of
a point away
from
losing touch
one pinnacle of pressure keeping
surroundings
a blur.
How
Long does this last? Until a blip. A fall.
A Stillness
A Stillness
Until the fingers snap again.
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