Relative Something

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the slowly ticking drama
of every thing as nothing
swirling manipulations
manufactured stipulations
stressors preconceived
lightly dangling listless
smashing moment’s notice
lunging almost laughing
barely ever stopping
as a check to reality
waiting without effort
diligence paused, as if unguarded
insidiously seeking just that chance
intent on breaking open
the ice that is in sanity
to open well-worn fractures
forged whole in perfect time
starting over in undoing
grief already undone

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