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we move forward because
regardless how drowsy
it has to be done
I know someone
who writes it all down
composes as she goes
in a way that has life
that is life
the way it should be told
and it stops me
in my tracks
as I realize
despite all the here and now
I know from before
and of what will soon be
it’s deep down in my cells
existentially
but I busy myself
clouding their sense
helping them to be distracted
with their processed cravings
for sugars and complex carbs
and we burden each other
with our petty demands
in a side plot
of the great big grand scheme
my cells and me
dancing forward
clumsily

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