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“Just Is”
The fabric of reality rests on the perception of a fine line.
This perception shifts-shifts.
Ambiguous pluralities abound the spheres.
No quarter for rest-rest.
Anxieties infect a normative mind.
Daydream dreams exist-exist.
Until the senses fail in time.
Doubts sustained persist-persist.
History repeats itself.
A narrative of defeats-defeats.
An ego driven wandering.
Weary soldiers pondering.
A dearth of hope prolonging,
Inevitable demise-demise.
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Just ice
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This was supposed to be a poem about the Supreme Court, but I couldn’t make a decision.
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