I got it in a second, but slipped
like a fish on my hand -
Swarming chances are inviting,
when I'm close, they disappear.
Beautiful things are in the sky,
Diamonds hide below our feet.
But why, the ridded baggage -
scums and smokes follow me?
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oh nice. good title - clever analogy. clarities are so fleeting; i'm recording lines in my sleep. how you pieced the last 4 lines was cool. how you write is cool. so i'm just gonna say i'm a fan of your deux vers writes. keep rockin' it. Sus~