Rack Focus

My hand with polished black edges
is segregated from the empty space.

But the demarcation dims as the
succinct borders slowly fuzz out of place.

Until I see for the first time
that you could really use my hand

Because your wee-legged wobbles
are searching for a steady pace.

Bring it back. Bring it back to me.
Rack focus. Rack focus.

Until I see for the first time
that you could really use my hand

But my thoughts they strangle
they tangle my hands behind my back.

Bring it back. Bring it back to me.
And after the test you know I must confess
that the focus best rests off of me
that the focus best rests off of me
that the focus best rests off of me
Rack focus. Rack focus.
Rack focus. Rack focus.

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