looking for morsels that have been discarded,
finding solace in the knowledge that our
lapses are always temporary... scampering
through superficial thoughts that are tossed
our for our enemies to digest while their
redirected thoughts skim over our heads
like flat rocks tossed into a quiet pond...
we dance around the subconscious as if
it is a necessary diversion to rest vacant
fantasies that never made it to the top of
to be picked out like fruit as reality flies
down from the heavens to bore us with
its repeatative nature, reminding us all
that we can or cannot do during this life.
30 January 2023
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