Relative Something

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it might as well
be a fleeting thought
gone as quick as it comes
memories lost
to time and happenstance
senseless stuff all shiny and new
claiming attention
for no particular reason
at the expense
of more valuable personal views
leaving lucid dreaming
to grasp for threads
of meetings from the past
with precious people
more spirit than face
feelings that endure
minus basic facts
hope loiters
wishing for some purpose
that it’s not just soot
from smoke
that randomly wafted past
clinging to the walls
along the hallways
of my flimsy mind

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