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*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

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Gradient

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Written by johnwhays

August 21, 2026 at 6:00 am

Distinction

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waiting
for the time
I forgot
all the reasons
why
and why not
all the lights
are constantly aglow
through the night
near the city
by the boats
where the trees
refuse to live
and weeds compete
to survive the longest
as life forms tend to do
striving to thrive
against the ongoing threat
of distinction
while pretending
to be hiding
in everyone’s plain sight
in the broad daylight

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Written by johnwhays

August 7, 2026 at 6:00 am

Attention

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July 20, 2026 at 6:00 am

Undefeated

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slow
rotation
from elation
to despair
to reckless abandon
borderline panic
as time runs out
this circumstance
arises abruptly
surrounded by helplessness
hopes dashed
dripping with symbolism
for everything
relating to existence
on this plane
in this realm
at this moment
defeat
seems to matter
more than anything
except that 
none of it
really matters
at all

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Written by johnwhays

July 8, 2026 at 6:00 am

Hiding

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July 3, 2026 at 6:00 am

Lightness

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June 9, 2026 at 6:00 am

Chiming

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from a tone

bravely accosting the silence

the stuttering steps

of apprehension

peal ceaselessly

in the gentle breeze

that wasn’t there

a moment ago

chiming a song

bounce by ricocheting

bounce

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May 5, 2026 at 6:00 am

Floating

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April 24, 2026 at 6:00 am

Wicked

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the year was 2016
and before that
all the ones starting with 19
then hundreds more
even before those
don’t bother counting
people like to forget
pretend certain things didn’t happen
wash away the parts that don’t fit
the narrative
hidden
in the invective
couched clumsily
with infantile emotion
lipstick
pigs
a feint in intimidation
hacking out a slimy living
to this day
leaving the rest of the world
at a loss
to conceive
how the hell
the wicked
sleep

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March 14, 2026 at 7:16 am

Yawn

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March 8, 2026 at 10:04 am