This lizard's tongue --my mind, never still --
darts here and there,
always looking for some fresh new bug
while I
behind the dark and watchful eye,
would so prefer to be a chameleon;
to have the luxury
of a slow fade into my surroundings:
you'd never know
where the sidewalk ended and I began
and then there'd be that one misstep,
the crunch and slide --
then we'd be One,
forever.
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