poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Life in balance
his life hanging in the balance we're all busy with our stuff a part of the mind hangs onto the emergency as we move through all the noise the connection is with the stomach not hungry, not sick, just uneasy what we can do what we cannot do for him, for ourselves for the world we're living in end of days. death. what we have known, gone. quickly going but until our time is finished we keep moving directionless, blind, anxious and we come to terms that's just how it is if he makes it reunion [1-X-2021]
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