The whispering wanderer swiftly saunters
He meanders like a minnow
His list of apologies
Drift upon him onto my pillow
His pace is strenuous
No directive
No precision
The race has no direction
No effective decision
Projections of film recoil in the undercurrent
The reflection of himself
A void
He's left to rummage

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