every other day, I wash off yesterday's memories
as new ones encircle my body as if I had been
rolling around in the sand on some lonely patch
of beach while watching the waves assault the
innocent shoreline as if engaged in some kind
of relentless battle against the two genders...
the past is an innocent prelude for the future
with the present portrayed as a baseless and
meaningless transition... playing its role each
moment with total disregard for whatever has
happened before or will happen in the future;
from birth to death we play our role without
the slightest regard as to why as if living in a
state of permanent unconsciousness in a life
that is consciously making choices, appearing
to take risks in a haphazard manner, believing
that tomorrow may never arrive in time to save
them from themselves... like a homeless child
moving around from one foster home to another
hoping to find true meaning and true purpose.
March 9, 2024
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