rush into the room to grasp a thought a fleeting feeling scribbling trivial stumbles jumbled backspace pauses soon long lost with twiddled thumbs and wires crossed

to try to get it back to remember to rewind to retrace footprints fresh-erased backtrack playback too late too late the song is also already changed

abrupt disrupted loss of focus words tangled in a tightening snare with fingers gripping striking matches running out of fresh white lines

the curtain-drawn background is daytime lit one-sided the other side is darkened light-outlined and fading as breathy sighs extinguish embers

this screen is far too bright

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