Following thoughts as they roam around the room,
looking into corners above ledges and into shadows
hovering everywhere.
All of the poking, prodding and playing with every
item, trying to see what, if anything, they will
do, how will they react to each new situation they
come upon.
Writing these things into a poem, locating an insight
from every aspect abounding within their depths.
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