In ink chaos
There is order
There lives hope.
Tomorrow deceives
Today only exists to receive,
And then only in succession of now.
There is a chord through all of this
Described in lists copied by males,
And always among mountains
And always many rules.
A curved papyrus
And stains
Of ink.
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Saturated by the stream of consciousness and thinking aloud. Attempting to be heard over this loud scratching of my pen on the page. Seeing life mostly through the rear view mirror, but still able to spectate the here and now. Watchful for the future.
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