The whispering was getting to me,
I was constantly feeling like there were clouds down and around my ankles,
then my knees,
then my lips,
and then my ears,
it was clouding my thoughts,
and then it was your thoughts that were in here,
and the line between where yours stopped and mine began would be foggy,
to say the least,
and what were these,
what were they really,
other than intangible little hula hoops,
tree rings with age defying ruses,
Maybe if you talked a little bit louder,
because I was quite concerned I was not hearing what it was that you were saying,
and if I said that,
I would be right,
right,
I would,
as soon as I took my head out of the clouds
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