coloured mazes
blinking in the sun
generations told to become
aware of nothing
we celebrate the pawns
to misleed ourselves
once and always again
searching forwards
inside the hedge
waving in the wind
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We haven't conversed in awhile. A shameless soliloquy moment. Brought to you by our proud sponsors. Customer service is our number one priority. Your call is important to us. Aging by leaps and bounds, fighting time with hair care products and hockey meditation. Will you find enlightenment in those yoga pants? Chase the rabbit down the hole, and find yourself knee deep in gothic horror. Dark woods entrance spiritual adventures, hiking towards a river that has been known to exist but heretofore been undiscovered. Travelling with a companion to the nearest mecca of cool. I wouldn't do that. What is true for me is absolute. Enamoured by the female spirit. Exhausted from the hustle towards mealtime. Brief acquaintances corrected by spellcheck. Old connections re-discovered amidst dribbles of poison. Art shows concocted from pails of frenzy. Hop on a train. Snap calculated frames of places you'd rather be. Listen to stories from people who dampen their lessening moments in acts of diminishment, embodying the modern obsessive-compulsive destroyer.
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