ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
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32% chance, someone said
that I should see her again
she put a bandaid on my hand
I had hurt myself
she kept the bandaid in a special
little pocket, on her suit
she only had one
I held her a long time
until she needed to go
to the bathroom
she never came back
perhaps she left through the
other door. I waited outside
until it was clear
she was no longer there
I looked for her
walking through the train
from car to car
forwards and backwards
but I could hardly see
my eyes so bleary
from lack of sleep
perhaps she got off the train
I never asked her number
nor would it have mattered
none of us know each other
across time I forgot her face
but I kept looking
I got off the train
every once in a while it stops
many people get off
others enter
I walked the mountains
in long files, of others
we walked without direction
days and days
sometimes until the edge of some cliff
where it was no longer possible to walk
some of the people try to climb down
I'm not sure why
and fall into the ocean, or die on the rocks
nobody cares. it just happens
we all keep walking
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