a customary interval
slips into the next
unobserved
the transition would be
nearly seamless

but as this page turns
detritus spills out the sides
leaving no open space
and dashing all hope
of a clean getaway

a wall
slammed into
by flesh and blood
remains
a wall

there will be a reckoning
there will come a time
reality will have its way
and all that lovely obfuscation
will fall
by the wayside

like the dead leaf
only luck will make it
of use

but practice begets proficiency
and is easier each time
one must simply
remember
to practice

of course
we knew this

m(-_-)m

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Happy New Year