BROKEN MESS
Whatever we disseminate can
germinate and propagate too,
as everything happens together.
I am afraid to move forward,
but hesitant, as well, to lag
behind. This world is but an
ocean of gloom once more,
and behind every curtain is
another sealed window. How
do I get by, and who is looking
in?
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Maybe I used to have 15 watches
for my wrist. Singular. And now
I can't find a one of them. I know
where they are but they are all
hiding. A man should only have
a limited supply of things he
doesn't need, yet time still
flies by. Stop me some,
before I die?
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I never wanted to get here. This
point is too disconcerting.
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