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Center(ed)
jobe
Center(ed)
Poked, prodded.
Clawed my way toward unfound triumph
The liquid spheres of time progess
Slowly.
Sloth-like.
Snailing to a standstill.
In this trash heap
It makes the eternal soul cry
Out.
With anger.
Passively admired by the exuberance of the everything
Anything.
All things.
Being equal, is important you know.
You know.
You know what they say, the more you know.
Right?
Left.
Right.
Left.
Monotony.
Marching unwards into their unknown abyss
Time passes, and gazes at the gates of the deepwood.
Nature is unnurturing.
But, yet, it is.
Chew on that for awhile.
It's good to think.
And Drink.
Some things, apparently.
And not others.
Like hemlock.
Where was I?
Ah, yes.
And eat.
And sleep.
And work.
And play.
The day just seems to toil...
right past you.
Oops.
There it went.

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