Enter the scene en medias res
Determine location
The chill of a beach breeze
touches skin
A smooth rock
alone
catches my eye
I do not reach for it
absorbs my gaze
twitches on the ground
like a muscle spasm before sleep
Just an illusion
tricking my poor mind
It must not like the attention
and spins quickly
in place
Perhaps the wind
kissed it
tickled its curves
I must be seeing things
lack of sleep
strange figments
realistic fiction
elements of reality
purposed to propose the preposterous
I maintain our distance
as it maintains position
Can it hear my thoughts
I look upon it once more
a searing focus
My left hand extends
as if ready to conduct an orchestra
through Dvorak's
New World Symphony
It trembles once more on the ground
casts a shadow above its former home
it ascends
towards my palm
Icarus would be amazed
it stops
allows me to grasp it in my hand
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