Relative Something

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piles of rocks and drama
far from the hurricanes that spin
synchronized unintelligibly
silently smiling from within
socked for centuries on the chin
maximizing memories mixed in
something seems amiss
electrons that once aligned
these days they simply don’t
with a difference that keeps reverberating
at an ever-increasing pace
voluminous echoes of nonsense
dribbling endlessly in
into the “out” door
even against the wind
against the cart 
meticulously placed
well before that proverbial horse
on the obvious hill
no one would ever choose
if they thought
for once it’d be possible
humanity could actually win
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