dirt on the welcome mat

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every time eyelashes meet
and bubbles pop
or sneezes
break
the counter-clockwise motion
of the moon
and constant
shuffling
of our feet,
something 
past the pattern 
of our veins
strains vision
through thin wires,
fires purify
the everyday
through unseen seconds
of light aspiring
with hot, invisible fingers
to sever
and solder

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We keep sliding on the soft underside

Of the bar of soap,

Hoping

No grimy fingers

Will press us 

Further in,

Already held by a sudsy glue,

We knew

We wanted clean hands,

But we’re not purified,

Just coated with white film,

Growing unnoticed beneath

A thick tombstone.


Two pennies in the pool,

Wishes washed,

Purified

By sun and stares,

Your glares

Inspire me

To throw

My own dreams

Away.